The morning of hope
Was born yesterday.
That’s why I am still
Here today, working-
for a better tomorrow!
You never know what tomorrow will bring! Hang on that. Never give up on life; never give up on yourself.
The best sunshine is after clouds…the coziest warmth is after a chilly cold.
Hope, believe, have faith that no matter how long it takes, the best is yet to come!
New beginnings are always hopeful and optimistic. It means you have been through a lot to reach where you are now. It means new energy, new opportunities, well earned position, and a new born hope for a better future. New beginnings means life is showing you its smiley face, its sunny warmth, and its embrace. I pray and hope, Amen!
It this world that we live in with all its chaotic disorder, we may feel anxious and have difficulty apprehend a future that is prosperous or safe. The atrocious massacre of civilians in Aleppo, terrorism, racism and nationalism that seems to be on the rise world wide-all are sore bleeding wounds that shatters our sense of equilibrium and threatens our sense of humanity.
The following words came to my mind:
Have you seen the dark shadow?
Numerous reports confirmed,
All over the globe, of a hollow
Dark smoky mass discerned
To be increasing in size and
Weight on the human chest
Upon encounter. Sadness,
Sorrow feelings that grow
Within, whenever this object
Flow upon the horizon.
It continues to cause destruction,
Chaos, and despair. It is in the air,
Polluting our water, deforming our
Spirit, crushing our soul…within and
Wherever it landed. Piercing shrieks
Are heard precede its arrival spreading
Terror. Humans are forced to their knees,
Covering their ears, void of humanity.
Everyone run for dear life, void of intellect
Or rational thinking. Hearing no logic,
Listening not to reason. Feet crushing bodies
As they run away blinded by fear and darkness-
Scattering in horror like wild beasts.
Nations upon nations have succumbed
To defeat-no survivals. Except those
Who flee, leaving behind memories of
Happiness destroyed & crumbled.
Masses have tried to assemble with candles,
Courageous hearts, extended hands, and hope to
Defeat this Dark Hollow Shadow. Their light
Was not strong enough, their hearts were not courageous
Enough,their hands were trembling, and the hope was crushed.
Years and years went by, and the darkness increased and persisted.
Down beneath the ashes, a flicker of light had survived.
A child, an innocent being, not yet corrupted by the Darkness-noticed
It and removed the ashes. Many hearts, souls, and hands were extended
Towards it. As one man, they all moved towards the light to protect it.
They tended to it with unity and love until it grew and grew to resemble the hope
That was crushed long ago. Together they hold the light up towards darkness, Guided and strong they marched.
Their cheers shook the land, their words echoed throughout the globe:
“Divided no more, divided we have fallen and fallen. United
Now and always, we stand.”
Souls, like plants, are revived by the sunlight and care. I was feeling sick today and under the weather. I thought of just calling off going to teach on Monday until I feel better. Then I looked down from my bedroom window to my garden and saw these magnificent oranges and tangerines alluring me to just pick them up.
I thought of my students on Monday and how lovely it would be to share some of these fresh citrus blessings with them. Suddenly I had this surge of energy and pulled myself out of bed and went down to the garden with a big bag to pick some fruits.
Instantly the fresh citrus scent revived my soul and rejuvenated my energy. I felt much better instantly. And then I peeled an orange and took a bite, heaven!
I thought how in the acts of giving that my orange tree had showed me-with it’s extended boughs laden with the gift of fruits to pick, enjoy, and share- now my aching limbs and tired heart had been energized and healed. There is nothing like the act of giving and sharing to uplift the soul. Don’t you all agree?
P.S. Those pictures I just took are as fresh as the fruits they show. Beautiful California citrus…yummy!
Hope is a seed that I planted
Way in the depth of the soil
Of my soul. It pushes through
The cracks of my heart and grow.
It withers away and shrinks by
Winds of gloom and dismay.
But forever blossom back
Green, fresh, and strong.
For, you see, my hope is a seed
Of an old Jasmine tree-Stubborn and free.
Flowers white fragrance petals in spite of
Frozen snow, blooms betwixt rocks.
And then I saw the sun rising
Shining and warm. A glimpse of
Good things yet to come.
I took a fresh breath
And started anew.
A dream is a window for the soul
A door, a porter for it to soar
Beyond the chains of reality.
A dream is beyond the three
Dimensions, beyond all boundaries.
A vision, a bubble of thought
To float around what may be,
Or should have been…in faith
Of what to come.
A dream is like breath
To the soul-breathing the air
Of the vast possibilities of the universe.
Restless is the soul, roaming in space
Until it reaches its dream.
A dream comes true,
Here, now-living a beautiful reality.