The sunshine, the din of conversations, the butterfly duet fluttering around....
the beauty in the commonplace,
the significants in the mundane,
the joy in the toil,
are unfolding in my days.
I took my Literature class for poetry writing by the field.
Yays and boos, excitements blended with dreads as they penned their feelings, seeings and knowings on their paper scraps.
It's wonderful to see them come alive in poetry.
To love with Your love, and not my own.
Thursday, January 24
Monday, December 31
Eyre
'There are things we are obliged to observe, such as fireworks, but God uses for the training of His children the things which we have to will to observe, viz., trees, grass & sparrows.'
- Oswald Chambers
No matter how much we hide, our secret thoughts and feelings inevitably surface;
Few things truly matter, when all is stripped away;
The simple joys of being with loved ones - kin, kindred spirits, or even those unexpected opposites;
My desire to travel is ever present, but the wonder of seeing beauties in the most ordinary and commonplace, is splendid.
An increasing knowledge and love of who You are,
and not what I make you to be.
- Oswald Chambers
No matter how much we hide, our secret thoughts and feelings inevitably surface;
Few things truly matter, when all is stripped away;
The simple joys of being with loved ones - kin, kindred spirits, or even those unexpected opposites;
My desire to travel is ever present, but the wonder of seeing beauties in the most ordinary and commonplace, is splendid.
An increasing knowledge and love of who You are,
and not what I make you to be.
Sunday, December 23
Frangipani
“Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
There are those changes - obvious, resolute, unmistakable...
then there are those quiet, unassuming ones, that comes unsuspectingly - through a word, gesture, or simple thought...
It's remarkable how some things that meant so much, mean so little now.
Where everything falls into perspective, when our hearts are in the right place - perfectly in Him.
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
There are those changes - obvious, resolute, unmistakable...
then there are those quiet, unassuming ones, that comes unsuspectingly - through a word, gesture, or simple thought...
It's remarkable how some things that meant so much, mean so little now.
Where everything falls into perspective, when our hearts are in the right place - perfectly in Him.
Thursday, November 29
Sear
It’s painful to be detached from the one you love, and love dearly. The physical detachment is trying, but nothing in comparison with the detachment of the heart, where either one or both goes to a place, that refuses the other to follow suit.
Then, both hearts are left beating weakly, with open wounds of absent love, infested by worms of pride, robbing both of the joy, strength and union of two hearts that beats best together.
What can you do? What will you do? What will both do and must do.
To know a Love that goes beyond oneself, again, again and again…always.
None of mine, but grant Your Love from above.
Then, both hearts are left beating weakly, with open wounds of absent love, infested by worms of pride, robbing both of the joy, strength and union of two hearts that beats best together.
What can you do? What will you do? What will both do and must do.
To know a Love that goes beyond oneself, again, again and again…always.
None of mine, but grant Your Love from above.
Tuesday, November 13
Pondicherry
“It is always of interest to know what strikes another human being as remarkable.”
― Graham Greene
Dinners on my own at the balcony,
morning walks accompanied by the breeze and sun's warmth,
friends having real, raw exchanges...
Loving, changing, pursuing, and growing...
much, much more.
Embracing it all with strength.
His strength, His joy.
― Graham Greene
Dinners on my own at the balcony,
morning walks accompanied by the breeze and sun's warmth,
friends having real, raw exchanges...
Loving, changing, pursuing, and growing...
much, much more.
Embracing it all with strength.
His strength, His joy.
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