Helen Sarita




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.