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...