MORE THAN GOLD    Maybe I am old, and the years have settled softly on my face, but every morning is a gift, a sweet surprise, and I wake to music my heart has no way to contain.   God’s grace is beyond all I could ask or believe, incomparable, fresh, always tender and bold, I am not perfect, I stumble, I fall short, yet beneath my imperfections, I shine more than gold.   I feel Him smiling on me just as I am, and friends see in me more than I think I truly am. They lift me up when I forget my worth, a living grace, a gift I never could afford.   The world may feel chaotic to many around me, but I breathe deep the forest’s tranquil air. Peace dwells within; my spirit keeps growing fair, and love gives me wings that I freely bear.   I smile and soar, not because I have no flaws, but because I am held, and loved by hearts across the world. I am grateful for such wonders through all I have endured. With so much beauty and hope still waiting ahead, now I ...

I thought I was as versatile as before— that I could easily bend from east to west, stretch myself north and south, become as elastic as I could.   I thought I was still young as before— that I could blend vividly with a roaring storm, and never feel the ache in my muscles, even when I stumbled, even when I crashed hard to the floor.   Oh, I thought I stayed just as flexible as days passed by, my journey moving fast, face forward—never would I sigh. Able to go wherever the world led, and stand firm wherever I am needed.   I thought I was still as green as before— when nature spoke, trees bowed low, and branches sang their lullabies in the kind breeze’s glow. I thought I could still leap and fly, light as a colorful butterfly.   Though maybe I am not as strong as before, and not as young as I was— yet all my experiences have given me strength clear as glass, and my faith has made me soar like an eagle, high above.   My heart reaches for every new possibility, my ...

When eyes look up and wonder who I am, I smile and say my worth is not in name. Not in the titles or the praise of men, but in the service I give to God again.   I am not perfect, I have my flaws, but my service comes from a grateful cause. I give back all that I have received, for every blessing that my life has achieved.   Just as I don’t need a title, I never seek to be famous. As God will lift me up high, I believe no one will dare to sigh.   You may call me Helen, or simply “friend,” or you can call me Eme — as my team knows me in the end. I serve with humility, with all my heart, and ask for your prayers, your support, and your part.   I hope all goes well, and we’ll see it through, and work together as friends and as true. Not by our own strength, nor by our own plan, but God is watching, smiling from afar.

I feel the calmness of my soul, the excitement of my being, wondering what the days ahead may bring.   I wait for nature’s whisper, the coldness of the night. I breathe the silent air, I can almost see and smell the coming rain.   There is comfort beneath my wings; I read the messages between the lines. I let flow a stream of quiet tears — not of sorrow, but of release.   I feel the stillness of the room, yet hear the riot of unspoken words. I bless the comfort found upon your shoulder, and in this quiet space I am filled again with the gentle, precious memories of the past.   I shared what rose from deep within, and saw how many hearts were touched.   It is the passage of my spirit, lingering soft and keen, waltzing gracefully.   My inner being fully blended with the fullness of my wandering thoughts —   My immortal truthfulness, the light that guides, the voice that remains powerful, yet at times fallible, weak, kept being drawn by spirit, which is p...

When clouds hide you, do not despair — They only help you see What matters most for your journey.   A seat not meant for you, A table not made for you — Simply means your place is somewhere else.   Do not rush the clouds to fade away; They are making room For a brighter light to shine. Then you will find your space in the sky — Clear, open, and blue.   Build your life with acceptance, Guide and move yourself To where you truly belong.   One day, in God’s perfect time, You will become the sky that inspires many, Leaving a lasting, undying message Deep within their hearts.

 (Aligned with my gift — this painting) I painted this in a rush, not really knowing what I was doing. I just took the colors blue, green, red, yellow, and orange, and splashed them all over the canvas without thinking about how it looked.   Then I painted flowers on top. Different colors, different shapes, but all one family of daisies.   Those colors behind... they represent all of us. All the different kinds of people, different personalities you met in this parish. We were just a mix of colors, scattered and messy at first.   But you took us exactly as we were, and you uplifted us spiritually. You molded us and guided us until we started to bloom like these flowers.   We are still different from each other, but now we stand together, lifting each other up. We bloom side by side because of you.   It hurts us so much that you are leaving. We want to hold you and keep you here, but we know we cannot. You are being called to the seminary now, to prepare fut...

I planned just a few flowers, simple and neat  But the wind moved the paint, leaving marks at my feet. Yet instead of giving up, I learned something true, A smudge is not the end, but a chance to renew.   I added more colors, more blossoms to grow, Roses and starflowers, in shades bright and slow. What seemed like a flaw became part of the art, A garden now blooming, straight from the heart.   Just like life, when things don’t go as we planned, We can add more beauty, take brush in our hand. Turn what seems imperfect into something new — For smudges can blossom, and beauty shine through. ~ME Helen A. Sarita

It's been a long time, but I never knew that my love would grow. My affection for you would be endless — and wouldn't be perished through decades.    So many things happened in our lives — tests, trials, storms, and joys. But the more we faced those things, the more I realized: My love never withered through time.    You are still the man that I love, the one I wish to be with. I still remember the line you told me many years ago: "I want to see your face every time I wake up in the morning." Those words were spoken long ago, but they still hold our hearts, just like they did then.   And that is when I realized: Our love can never be jeopardized. It could never be traded by anything less. It is unshakable. It is INDOMITABLE.   Now that we have walked so far, more than halfway through our journey, I know this truth even deeper:   Though you haven't promised me gems, though you didn't offer me material things, You gave me the only thing that matters — TR...

Find me beneath the forest of bliss where there are a lot of angels listening to the crescendo of the singing birds.   Try to gaze that bald mountains fierced by the heating sun of a noon break.   If I were there, look for me among the ladies on the shore, shining with youthful joy, far beyond their years.   Seek me if I were there in the stream, with the women giggling, enjoying the cascades of water from the unknown source of wonders.   Wherever you bring your eyes, you couldn’t find me somewhere, anywhere… because I am just simply relaxing in one corner of your heart  nurtured by your love and care.

It is honesty from the depths.   More than grateful to the people with pure intentions, recognizing the beauty of their hearts, not just their talents.   Just as I was honored, so I honor others — to brighten their hearts that sometimes feel sad and weak, silent and weary.   But the positive energy oars through the air of optimism, blended with wisdom coming, moving eccentric clouds above.   There is your incomparable brightness that erases our core from the gaslight of wickedness.   Breaking the stereotype that to accolade one is a selfish grant — it is nothing less than sincere recognition of that Grace.   Let us all feel blessed.   And today is a bliss. ✨

Just starting is the best strengthening, it is a feast of our weak being.   Pain tend you to stream your tears, but it is washing your lens to see more brighter and clearer.   Your life may be vague without experiencing turmoil.   When your heart is crying it isn't weakness but truthfulness of a soul.   When you sob, it means you have the feeling, you're human.   You are infinite, but you are alive. You are chosen.   At first, you can say that the pain is unfordable, but you didn't know the true meaning of it:   It is molding you. It is washing you. It cleans you.   It is heaviness, carrying the world when you cry. But it is God's Grace that you cannot deny.   Cry, see the world. But in losing, there's a triumph waiting ahead, the blessings...   Pain is just a false alarm, not to fool you, not to destroy you, but to save you in the abyss of harm. ~ME Helen A. Sarita  #PainIsABlessingInDisguise #BlessingInDisguise #FalseAlarm #SavedF...

Celebrating the command of the stellars, as they follow the direction of my path.   A big breath of fresh air I shall, setting my spirit free at last.   I can face anyone with an honest stare, I am not embarrassed by the teasing wind.   This is freedom. This is liberty. A new life now begins.   The portal opens, I enter inside, walking carefully with every stride.   This is the answer to my weariness, the fulfillment of the promise.   I'm grateful for His way, I am thankful for His loving mercy.   Turning the page, seeing wonders unfold, wonders of faith with Grace untold.   I am indeed blessed. As I worship, I have rest long.   Never mind what others say, for I know where I belong. My rightful place is here, safe in His love and strong.

Our souls travel together toward the realm of eternity.   We are soulbound, drifting the air that surround. Taking away the mystery, while time repairs our pains intensely.   Our hearts reverberate, wondering what destiny is waiting.   Yet our immortal souls embrace closely, contented and wavering.   No matter what lies ahead, we travel together in harmony, both longing, yes.   In this beautiful, eccentric and immortal journey,   I promise to be all yours throughout our way.

 Strike while the heart is burning, I am not here in this world for nothing.   I did not plan for mere profit or gain, nor for what the future might bring.  This is not my own perspective, but it is God's plan and vision, which is perfect.   It is my task, it is my mission, to surrender and salute to His vision. For I am used as an instrument to uplift many souls... it is His fulfillment.   People wonder at my bravery, but it is not just words I care to say. It must be done to inspire and bless, including my own heart craving for peace.   Strike while the heart is burning, for the Spirit within me is working. Flowing through me for others incredibly, giving myself the call of my duty.   I am just here, a passionate vessel, pouring words of wisdom and zeal.  I listen to my soul and its longing, for He sees the preciousness of what I am doing.

We can be a stone, a source of strength, solid, embodied, and strong. We glitter like gems, shining bright, reflecting His holy light.   If we forget ourselves and detach from this world, we might lose our way.   Yet we choose to be light, a shine to everyone's gloom, and remain precious in His sight.   We are the chosen race, called to embrace sacrifices and suffering. Because our tribulations will not be wasted; they will turn into something beautiful and gracious.   We believe in our spiritual home, where everyone is welcome. And we render ourselves, acting in alignment with His perfect will.   Yes, we are a living stone, firm and founded on Rock. No one can ever conquer us, for we belong to God. ~ME HelenSarita 

I am sleepy, yet I can feel my heart reverberating, Beating loud for the things I feel so deeply. It is akin to thunder drawn by the crying clouds, A powerful sound that the sky cannot hide.   I cannot conceal this kind of emotion, I need to promulgate it through the air of passion. Let it travel far, reaching hearts of confusion, Asking why this pain remains in my vision.   Why must I feel this while multitasking myself? Why does it remind me of the love I longed for? His touch, his love... even if it was not enough, Even if it was not the way I wanted to be loved.   But still... oh still... He feels the shout of my very heart. No matter what happens,  my soul is still so much in love with him.  ME

I'd like to let my soul slumber for a while, My body seeks the comfort of rest. I turn my thoughts away from noise and strife, Wishing my spirit to be tranquil and blessed.   May you understand the depth of my being, As it matures like a silent wind. It is a magic sedative that soaks my mind, Penetrating deep within.   The residue of chaos, the shadows of past, Sometimes made me feel so futile and abhor. Yet look! A wonderful art was born, Created from what I endured.   The remnants of ashes from my uncertain past now allow my soul to dream and trust, hoping and believing this peace will remain, and in God's grace, forever stay, not in vain.   I just love to be mindful with my compassion  My love intensely flows within my heart. I only want to flow in Your passion, And let Your love be my work of art.

When I am silent, it isn't pride, but love. If I distance myself, it isn't avoiding, but respect.   And so are you, as mute as I am, Our feelings are mutual ever since.   Love is always present between two of us, Yet we understand it will crush us.   If I talk to myself alone, In the middle of my missing moment, I flare my strength. I know it is meant.   I only close my eyes, Savoring the pain with a smile.   Though my tears stream in silence. Yes, we lost each other. Yet, we gain.   We became losers in the world of romance, But our triumph exalts as though tears were bitter.   If it happens, the time set us free. I will choose you and you again.   I am victorious. I am winning. So our souls are. ME

I want to be your light in this darkness, so you will know you are not alone in feeling empty. For I myself am walking this difficult path too, trying to obey what must be obeyed.   I am sacrificing myself, not just for our love, but for all whose lives are connected to us. I share my words not to ignite desire or temptation, nor to ask you to make a move or change anything.   I do this simply to express what is real inside. I know these passages will heal our wounds, medicine for two souls who love so deeply, yet are bound by reasons we cannot break.   I am free in this world, I can go anywhere, but my heart is not free yet. It still belongs to the one I loved before, and this feeling is unstoppable.   Yes, I am proud of myself. Because I am true, I am real. I love you without any big reason, but my heart shouts for you... now and forevermore.

It is a taste of heaven as we listen to the Good News. We shared with one another as we opened our hearts. Perhaps we understood it differently at first, but there was innate goodness in our souls that received it.   We went deeper, beyond surface thoughts. We understood that the Good News is received by a heart so pure, digesting every truth within our very being.   It is a taste of heaven to realize that God is everywhere, and He loves us without condition no matter how we understand and execute His Mightiness.   It is not just the joy of miracles that lifts us from anger, disappointment and misery brought by this world, It is a continuous journey of love and faith. It is the hope that we foresee within our hearts.   It is a taste of heaven, even while we still carry the heavy stones of this world, things that attract us and tempt us with their shining brilliance.   But the real, incomparable, and extraordinary joy is finding ourselves...   Dwelling in th...