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. ✨