Temporary Passenger...
When
I created my own truce on refraining to veer the inclination of my confused
heart and give time just to hear again and again the words of God which I have
fully understood but not being lived for to the fullest I hear the calling of
my pen but was uncertain on the topic of what to scribble on..
I
know I was dared as a writer to quench the thirst of those who also wish to
reflect on this Lenten Season. I would love to ask if the reflection they
wished for is only for this season?
Or
merely from now to forever more? I followed my senses whilst it gyrate
to
search the unsearchable,
find
the things that I have already found..
I
feel incomplete yet thankful to understand
that
I am human, still breathing,
I
have so much time to spread love
Which
is so mysterious, digging it up to the pit
but
still some of my questions
remained
unanswered
Life
is what it is and no words could ever give the true meaning
of
our purpose except of emptying ourselves in our gypsies through the many facets
of life..and the wisdom of light would come and in a right and perfect time
would not be vague anymore.
It
will stay in our hearts
and
it’s with the inhale and exhale of our breathing..the best thing is that we are
still living and aware that we are just a temporary passengers of life and will
soon to embark onto our own destination where the answers of our confusing
thoughts is waiting.
Those
who claimed they are still and certain are the hypocrites and slaves of their
hidden souls.
I
apologize to judge myself in claiming I am just one of the many sinners deluging
on this world we dwelt in…
Helen Sarita(c) Holy
Friday, 2019
Dancing With You..
I
danced with you with the lyrics you to love to sing with me
I
swayed gracefully and moved by the love you have for me
I
can feel your emotion by the gentle smile from your eyes
For
long long years you were there watching me with sighs
You
were torn with the magic from my eyes
As
I turned like a tide and danced like a fireflies
You
found me cool and you love my self control
A
woman who loves you, making you quite a fool
For
long years we wished to see each other once more
I
prayed and asked God yet He wants me to sin no more
I
cried tears but we both need to be strong
As
the lives we both have, were not our own
Jesus
is proud of me as I invited you to listen His calls
I
promised to Him I will take good care of our souls
You
will respect me and love me more in a distance
We
will never be menaced as we know our dance
(c) Helen Sarita
Crimson Scattered
Clouds…
The
crimson scattered clouds fall
in
line along the mystic skies
The
sliver light controlled the
hues
to be perfect by my sight
That
even the mud beneath
becomes
fabulous art so bright
I
see the trees shadow breathes
softly
by the beauty of my eyes
This
fantastic scenery had
spoken
to my soul so deep
Even
the muddy field can be
heaven-like
when its reflected
By
the colors of my rekindled
thoughts
it becomes a magic
The
amber hue beneath waves to
my
soul and let my heart speaks
© Helen Sarita
Helen Sarita
Helen Sarita: She is a woman with a
very positive outlook in life, giving her best in anything that she does
ultimately, very flexible and really treasures friendship. She never
discriminates people. She is not only good to those who are also good to her,
she always listens and gives advises. She is a fighter and believes that
nothing is impossible if one just keeps her deepest faith. She expresses her
feeling by writing poems. She always dreams to travel and make friends around
the world. She is very passionate to do community service. She really appreciates people who are
respectful, like any other women she admits on her imperfections. Appreciation
from her family and from her true and real friends gives her strength and
courage in every challenge.