As long as you live, it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and hard,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Just for today

Just for today I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle all my problems at once.

Just for today I will be happy. This assumes to be true what Abraham Lincoln said, that "Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be."

Just for today I will adjust myself to what is, and not try to adjust everything to my own desires, I will take my "luck" as it comes, and fit myself to it.

Just for today I will try to strengthen my mind. I will study. I will learn something useful. I will not be a mental loafer. I will read something that requires effort, thought and concentration.

Just for today I won't find fault with anything, nor try to improve or regulate anybody but myself.

Just for today I will have a quiet half hour all by myself, and relax.

Just for today I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful, and to believe that as I give to the world, so the world will give to me

Judge Not

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As i entered Heaven's door
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor

But it was the Folks in Heaven
who made me spatter and gasp-
The Thieves, the liars, the sinners
the alcoholics and the trash

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice
Next to him was my old Neighbor
who never said anything nice

Herb, who i always thought
was rotting in hell
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?'
I would love to hear your take
How'd all this sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake

'And why is everyone so quiet?
So somber - give me a clue
'Hush, child, 'He said, 'they're all in shock
no one thought they'd be seeing you.

you rise like a vision.

My own dear landmark
With its green hills by the sea
You rise like a vision sparkling bright
In natures glee
With each sunset a beautiful smile
Of yet another rise of love
With your little calm waves
Seen from the green hills by your side
Speaking volumes, you natures gift
Peace in my heart, your love I’m assured.

let me

Normal day,
let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,
or bury my face in the pillow,
or stretch myself taut,
or raise my hands to the sky and want,
more than all the world, your return.

Think.

Think that it's fun, that you're guided,
and that all is well.
Think that there's time, that life is easy,
and that the best is yet to come.
Think that the reasons that elude you
will one day catch up,
that the lessons that have stumped you
will one day bring joy,
and that the sorrows that have crippled you
will soon give you wings.
Think that you're important, that you cannot fail,
and that happiness always returns.
And think that you're beautiful.

All year round

Adore me in the summer
When the air is filled with heat
As we hold each other, each day
Together we complete

Treasure me in fall
When leaves are turning gold
You loved me when I was younger
Hope you’ll love me when am old

Prize me in the winter
When colder days arrive
Love me, love me all the time
Every minute of the year

So give unto me this valentine
Knowledge of assurance
It’s not just today, but always
Then we will love each other so.

Step to the beat of God’s healing and rhythm and respond willingly as He glides you thru’ the tragedies into the victories.

Some of us are grieving over the death of a relationship. You don’t even understand why it died; you are forced to accept something that you cannot explain.

You have replayed the events as a jury reviews the evidence. Accept that your deliberation is after the facts and pointless.

The chance to change the verdict is over. You were an eyewitness to the demise of your relationship, and with it went your friendship.

There were moments of rage that boarded on hatred, and then there were the nights of loneliness and the crazed feeling of lust and longing for the lover who is supposed to be your enemy.

The relationship pined away like a sick person. It lost its vibrancy, then its excitement, until one day you came home and found out it had lost its commitment.

Some of us are grieving over these relationships that crumbled before our eyes.
Perhaps you have been haunted by one of these issues or some other crisis. Have you known what it was like to want someone to rescue you from the pain?? . Well, to save some precious time.

Only the Lord can heal deep pain. It does not matter whether your pain comes from a brutal rape kept secret, a fractured promise never fulfilled, or some other gut-wrenching disturbance. He is the prince of peace and He rides into the worst situation on the wings of hope. His divine hand over you gives sense to the tragic events that seemed meaningless. He knows how to orchestrate your pain and somehow bring a blessing out of a mess.

We must seek the Lord; you can’t play God. You might be independent, but you need to allow God to help you through the night. He alone can mend you. You cannot do this on your own.

Stuck on the steps??

There are demons that must be exorcised, the phantoms and ghosts that must be evicted from the heart of the one who would dare to look life in the face and say, “I will go on!”

That is what you must say if you are going to survive. You must look right into the flaming inferno of hellish situations and declare through parched, lonely, tearstained lips, “I will go on.” Inside every victim there is harsh tenacity and steel will. Courage is born out of crises. Little girl, you have the power. It is you through Christ. It is in you to succeed. No one succeeds without overcoming opposition. Wipe your face, strengthen your back, hold up your head, and survive!

No one can change their yesterdays, no matter how terrible they may have been. Update your life. This is now, not then. I pray for your courage to endure what you cannot change. Completely remodel the things that you can, and tell the rest of it to go play in traffic!

Did I miss a thing?

My heart is pumping like the traditionally dancers drums
My sweat glands have been let free
My eyes are red, from the salty water flowing down my face
My legs are tired
I take some few breath stops
But the distance is far much worrying
Going back is not an option at this moment
I have lost touch of my body
Two sips of water will do me great favor
But keeping on, I must keep on
Getting close,
I see your yellow barracuda
Once a happy ride, memories flow back
I see your Mercury Montego
Reminisce, the day we got married.
Getting close
How ago we used to lie on the floor for hours
Phones cradled between shoulders and ears
Twirling the cord between our fingers
How we talked and recognized the language of our realm
Getting close
Good old memories are best set for the museum’s update
Getting close, almost there, I see your face
How short a time your handsome face has aged
What a pity,
I see the pain in your eyes
Reminisce the time, energy and mind time we gave?
Why did it have to prove us soo wrong?
I said, I wanted a little time,
Now I want eternity time
With a slip of the ring from my finger
And before I take another turn of life
Before you mouth the same old words
Correct me if you must,
But did I miss a thing?