Waiting for miracles
to come true
A butterfly appears
Waiting for miracles
to come true
A butterfly appears
A happy poet
God’s plan for us
Hope has wings you know
A feather floated onto my lap
“Where there is great love there are always miracles.” – Willa Cather
Great love overflows from my heart
with faith in a miracle divine
today I believe I saw a sign
in the middle of a crisp blue sky
A cloud morphed into a heart
and mine started beating wild.
The Lord answered my prayer
with a sweet whisper.
My heart swells with pride!
It dwells in a place unknown.
I rely on faith.
A silent prayer for a loved one that needs healing.
The world will be watching closely
It will be listening attentively,
as the days go by.
I can only hope fervently,
as hours and minutes tick away,
that all will be said and done,
and that all of us can finally say,
“Free at last!”
Counting are the unemployed,
the sick and dying,
the crippled economy,
the souls who are hoping
they did not die in vain.
Counting are all of us,
especially those suffering the pain
of the loss of loved ones.
Counting are those,
who wait patiently for normalcy
whatever that may be.
Counting are our children
who do not understand
what is happening.
Counting are We The People,
because we were promised
in our constitution
that it would insure
We were given rights.
I am counting the days, hours, and minutes yes,
but I am counting on you
that together we will secure
for a more perfect union.
Only when we work in unison
will we finally make change.
I ask respectfully
I don’t want to be rude
The expectation is not great anymore
There is no butterfly crossing
To give me comfort
I don’t want to rush you
But I know You must Know;
that what is happening,
Pains us so.
Isn’t time we know
I don’t want the so called experts to tell us
I don’t want to hear it from you know who
Could you please tell him to shush
Like I said I do not mean to rush
I believe only You.
I trust only You.
I want to know was is true.
I pray everyday this craziness ends.
Please tell us when.
What will be?
This was the title of my late sister’s favorite song.
It was one of the last pieces she requested to listen to in the hospital.
I cannot help to think about the COVID 19 victims
who may have passed
I ask myself this question every day since the beginning of this nightmare.
What will be?
Well this morning I did not ask.
I proclaimed, love will be.
Hope will be.
Faith will be.
Amor será !
La esperanza será.
Today especially, Christians celebrate the Resurrection and Jews celebrate Passover
we all know that we must be together so that what will be, will be triumphant.
My beloved sister knew the answer
when she asked this question one day before she died.
There was little hope for her.
But we got to say goodbye even though at the time
we did not know though – ¿Qué será?
But there is hope for us.
What will be is clear.
We must get rid of the fear.
and do what needs to be done.
Together. One force. One love united.
So that no one else
will have to ask
My sister loved both versions.
Easter, Passover, and Ramadan
All in April this year. Yes.
Festivities cancelled, Yes.
Family reunions. No.
Time for reflection and introspection.
Yes. Very true.
For me and for you too.
There is no difference here
We all are facing the same fears.
We all want this to end.
So we can hug an elderly parent or a friend.
The three faiths
tied together in some ways
Renewal, Rebirth, Redemption,
A deep look into our souls.
Week long-time traditions
of Prayers, taraweeh, worship
Fasting, forbidden to eat certain foods
But later feasting in family.
Reading the books of wisdom
Bible. Torah, Quran,
Disciples and prophets have said.
We all have Faith in common,
Faith in God, in ourselves, in someone we love.
Nothing is simple.
We cannot give up.
We cannot loose hope.
We will overcome.
The pain will ease -up.
The earth will continue to turn.
The sun will continue to shine.
It is really up to us.
Even when we are socially distant from each other,
There are so many lessons to be learned by all of us.
One sweet lesson gained once again;
We all need LOVE.
Happy Holidays to all. Be Well. Be Safe.
Let us take care of each other.
Sunday morning mass
words to comfort our souls
Flock soars to the sky
My grandmother told me about the earthquake she survived in 1918. The memory of it was vivid and padlocked in her 90 year old mind at the time. My mother was waiting to be born. She claimed that was why she was so strong. She planted a tree to remind her that one’s roots sustain and remain no matter what.
I dedicate this poem to the people of Puerto Rico. They have been through so much. But they are a proud people, a strong bunch and will never give up faith. Thank you to all those who have reached out to help the victims. Que Viva Puerto Rico!!!
Earthquake, be not proud!
when you shake our senses to the ground
we awake and look for what is to be found
the remnants of our dreams
are not as shattered
as you may think
Our oneness knows
the pain of others.
Our island is an emerald so unique
Our pride continues to glow shine.
Shake us all you want.
I dare you!
We are mindful now;
of where and how,
and in the now.
More than ever
We know who cares.
We know the sincere heart of those who share
The eternal green of the our mountains,
the glorious and gorgeous azure of the ocean that surround us
know us too well.
History will tell,
The abuse infused
we have refused
We are a brave people
we shall stand together once again
Que viva Puerto Rico!!
As most people here in the Tri-State area, we have seen the presentations and masses pronounced by Pope Francis of the the Holy Seas and many of us have been deeply touched by his message of Love and Peace. This is my poem to honor his visit. I also tried painting his friendly face with all due respect.
Skies of crystal blue prevailed today
As the Pope of Hope
Like Jesus did walked among us
Even for those who were not too close
deep emotions did not fail
to energize and fill all hearts
with glory and hopeful dreams
As he waved to thousands
On what now will be the Holy urban trail
called out his name,
and cried sweet tears
for this Pope of the People
had washed away their fears.
For many today
Life will not be the same
History records impatiently
The sounds and sights today
Pope Francis of the Holy Sea
Prays for you and me and
For even the non-believer
All he wants is Peace to be a reality.
He asked us all to restore our hope
To resolve our differences with respect
For we must live as one
He asked us all to educate the young.
must learn the lessons well;
To build our oneness
and fraternal love,
To restore a Nation of Freedom for all
This is our divine call.
He said to Remember the Golden Rule.
Our faces may be different yes
But our hearts beat all the same
Some filled with passion and compassion
Love can only be our gain.
Thank you Pope Francisco of the Holy Sea
for your humble presence and
your words of inspiration.
With Gratitude and Remembrance
I think we will see clearly now,
And forever more.
No more smog or clouds
to block our vision and sincere affirmations
For deep down in our hearts
We know this to be true
United we stand
and in God We Trust.
God bless America
and Pope Francis,
God bless you too.
Above is a drew on my iPad when I was looking ofr some kind of inspiration. I found the Chines proverb and drew the tree which I call:Tree of Inspiration.
Here are the quotes to fulfill the three quote challenge.
“Joy is an internal process grounded in knowledge of spiritual truth, the ability to trust
the wisdom of the Divine, and faith in the perfect and perfecting process of life.”
– Lyanla Vanzant
“It is better in prayer to have a heart without words and words without a heart.”
“Allow your heart to sing and dance and kick off its shoes when you are lonely or fearful. A Divine feeling of freedom will keep you company instead.”
– Melba Christie
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