Blue Skies The lonely and precious afternoon conversed with the silent skies, whispering to the remaining light of the day, where the pains I carried subsided.   It was comparable to the path of angels as they were carried towards the wandering clouds.   Contentment wiped away the silent tears of my inexpressible joys as I recounted the pages of the whispers of my soul.   How beautiful this scenery… how blessed are my eyes that witnessed this gift of nature, that I was given the chance to admire this beautiful world.    As I drifted along the current of life under these beautiful  blue skies…

 S-alvation can be obtained if we accept we are sinners H-eart to heart, connect to Almighty God  as believers A-ttitude is such substantial for us to evaluate ourselves P-rayer is our communication with Him as we traverse E-xample ourselves to those who are in a dismal crisis O-mniscient God is  there for us to comfortably ease U-ndying intrepidity tops our true-to-life weaknesses R-esilience is a must in the deliverance of faithfulness S-eriously melts my soul to draw out from this mundane E-choing the euphoric roar of the spirits to break a chain L-ight is what we need to obtain and convey on this earth V-aliantly, let's try to fill obscured souls from their dearth E-llumine your gleaming existence to those who haven't S-alt, you must be to propel palatability those who aren't

 GRACE FINDS GRACE It was still dark outside. I wandered into my garden, awestruck by its quiet grandeur.   As I gazed at the sky, a lone star shimmered in the vastness its brilliance is a silent message to my soul.   Daybreak’s calmness enveloped my thoughts, yet darkness and light still vied for dominance. Undimmed, the star stood proud, defiant.   I feel I am that star no need to compete with others’ glow. To those who truly see me, my radiance is unparalleled.   Alone, yet unafraid, I linger in tranquil space, silent but sure. For those who gaze at the skies, know that, grace finds grace.   ~ME Helen Sarita

As I gently removed  the withered leaves  and nurtured the  new blossoms,  my spirit bloomed  with gratitude.  I am in awe of the  varicolored hues,  which give me  amber hopes and  crimson fuel  that flames my heart,  always anticipating  the ensuing  daybreak's surprise 

  If the ensuing day wouldn't come And this moment will soon be gone. Ponder the walk that I patiently tread. To journey with forbearance wasn't dread. . Remember the purest smile on my face. That I wore day-to-day with extensive grace Contemplate how I maneuver my sentiment. To embrace this world vast of resentment If the sun wouldn't radiate its existence And the moon wouldn't show its presence. Gaze at me as the unseen stellar of darkness. Fantasize my sweet, captivating brightness. . If this world may continue its evolution You can perceive my existence in the notion. As when my life's chapter comes to its climax Scan every page to rivulet my sapience with lax. Helen Sarita .