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.