The best place for me to let flow a river of thoughts, stones of words, to unfold and discover, is in my garden at the break of dawn, when my spirit is fresh, in its tender tone.   There I strip away those unknown doubts, and feel only the blessing. Just sitting here alone, I feel the leaves listening to my heartbeat, the branches bowing to me, and the thirsty flowers catching the hanging rain of my imagination.   This garden I have toiled for long years, woven from the tapestry of my own thoughts, where my illusions have taken shape and become real. It has become the haven I will long for when life carries me toward the destination written in the poem I call my very own.   Thank God, I am now healed. Even with the heavy load still upon my back, my heart remains full of gratitude. I can see my sapience glow clear, blooming just like the breath of the greens that embrace me all around.   Thank God for this cozy haven, waiting for me to sit and savor its tranquil peace...

 From the Little Penny I Gave   I gave a little penny, just a few small bills left in my purse, to someone who needed it more than I did, back in the 1990s. Not because I had much, but because love had grown in my heart. I trusted God, never worrying that I might have less, and again and again, I witnessed His miracle and grace. Slowly, I noticed, He made my life grow, step by step.   That small beginning taught me how to be selfless for decades. Not only thinking of myself, but reaching out to others instead. He gave me more talents than I ever knew I possessed, and He broke down every border of doubt I carried. I realized, I am capable of giving far more than I ever imagined.   Obstacles still come, stones that block the way, moments that try to make me feel small and weary. But I remember, it was never about how much I have, only about how much I am willing to give from the heart.   Every stumbling block becomes a stepping stone, for God does not call the equ...

Speak from the place where your spirit grows, paint the light only your heart knows — nurture the beauty your hands have sown, deep within your garden soul.   Your words are seeds you scatter wide, your colors are hope where shadows hide — they take root in the quiet, unseen, blooming in spaces where you have been.   They may not cheer, they may not call, but life springs up where your blessings fall — trust the quiet work you’ve begun, every flower you plant is a light well done.   So paint, and write, and let your song breathe on — where it belongs — for your garden soul knows what it’s for: to bloom, to give, to heal, to soar.

 I gave you my time, my loyalty, my all — but doubt became the space between us. Perhaps you don't treasure me the same way anymore, and one day, I simply turned and walked away — not out of anger alone, but because my heart had had enough.   I could not force you to stay, so I learned to love you in this way — just seeing that you are alive, that you are safe — that gentle green sign is enough for me.   I never, ever regret loving you, for it is truly a beautiful thing to have loved at all. The happiest route I know is simply to follow the will of my heart.   I don't regret a single thing — not the moments, not the love we shared. Those beautiful memories, once so vivid and bright, are gently fading, blurring, softening into light.   And so we will take our different paths now — walking forward, smiling through the pain, even while our hearts are aching.   I know I will never turn my back again — I am finally protecting my peace. No longer giving more than...

When the stars were young, and so too were our days, we seemed to think only of our plans, our dreams, our achievements. But when we grow mature, we understand, as we age, that we have but an ethereal dwelling on this earth.   We come to see, and softly imagine, the celestial, the cosmic, waiting upon us, beyond time, beyond place. And so we become ageless. Touched by our stars, we become the song of the wilderness.   Just as we navigate the road of life, every thought, every act of trust, every maneuver we take matters. We must ask ourselves, where is it we are going?  Do I stay here, or move toward my purpose, toiling? We arrive at destinations we never imagined, guided by a plan greater than our own grit, one that unfolds in ways that are truly perfect.   We may experience turbulence, but it strengthen us to endure, a lesson no school can ever teach, an education that lasts a lifetime. Though our hearts may sometimes tremble with worries, something wonderful is wa...

I see myself at peace in my cozy garden, my little world, my tiny paradise that shines. I dwell here, home at last. My spirit finds comfort in the gentle rustle of leaves, each one humble yet proud, just as it is. This is where not only the flowers blossom...so do I.   I may travel near and far, yet I always find myself missing this place, my humble home, my tranquil abode. No matter how far I go, no matter how long I stay away, nothing compares to this quiet haven of mine. This is where my soul belongs, unparalleled. This is my home.  ~ME Helen A. Sarita

My birthday poem   I never thought this day would come  that I could smile while reminiscing about the years that have passed. I remember the tears. I remember the pains. I remember the laughter I've shared with friends.   I never dreamed of grand things, I simply turned my face forward and lived life, determined to keep moving, one step at a time. I let the breeze carry me to the destination prepared by Him.   I traveled from one place to another, waiting to see what life would unfold for each of us. I reached for places I never thought I could touch, and walked among the stars that once seemed too high to catch.   I kept going. And somewhere along the way, I found myself living what others only dream of. Sometimes I stumble. Sometimes I fall. But I always rise and keep walking on. And now, I stand in days I once only hoped for, blessed beyond what I ever dared to ask for.   Today I turn sixty-one — six decades journeying through this world of uncertaintie...

 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.