Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they want to do when they grew older. I cannot remember their answers, but I recall the joy on their faces. The innocence in their eyes. I recall that they believed in themselves and had not doubts about their abilities to reach their dreams. That is the world through the eyes of children.
As we grow older we loose the ability to trust. Our Innocence erodes with time and disappointments. We become sarcastic and hateful. We question our values and even walk away from God. We loose our faith, our trust, and doubt our capacity to reach those dreams we had when we were little.
The thing is, we should never stop dreaming. We should remain learners. We should believe in the impossible to be possible. We should take cover under the protection of our Almighty Father. Our souls should always stay " forever young".© Gloria
Dedicated with much love to my son.
I went
It was a beautiful
summer
Spring like day
My backyard
needed some care and,
Unlike other days,
I was ready to work today
I cleaned the weeds
Here and there
And the quietness was broken
As, out of nowhere
All of a sudden
A fight broke
Between two birds,
Right over my head...
They almost got me in the fight
I must say!
Well, Let me get out of your way.
I left, and almost collided with
A hummingbird!
Hmmm I scratched my head
Busy traffic day around here...
Let me trim that tree instead.
As I started trimming small branches
My eyes landed in a Mama's nest
Oh!
Well, looks like my work
Around here is done for the day!
So perfectly draw by the Artist
The contrasting colors that blends
Over the crystalline waters
In this magical place I observe miracles
With each passing cloud
The scene changes, second by second,
I feel my heart beats
The blood in my veins,
The wind on my face,
The smell of the lake...
And I breathe deeply
Wanting to freeze this moment
Defend it from the evilness of time.
©Gloria photo Gloria
365 days we go,
Round and around
The brighten sun
And we end at the exact
Same point we were
In the past year...
But the canvas
Is once again blank
An empty page
To write a newer
And better story
Yes, if we are blessed
To open our eyes
One more day,
One more year,
One more time,
Then we have been
Given a second chance!
(Use it wisely)
We are build up of little stories, experiences that all together craft and make sense of our lives. Like a fragile spiderweb, we work on it day and night, building the bigger story. And then one day we are gone, and the spiderweb will be gone, with it our memories, the little stories that once were so important to us. Pride and ego then will be so unimportant. Material things left behind. And like that old song says, we will be just " dust in the wind".
© Gloria
She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning...
