Como dijo aquella poeta...

 Todo cambia...hasta una misma...

Do you see His work?

 When you look around

And smile at the beauty 

 of a bright sunny sky

When you hear 

birds singing on the trees

Or tiny butterflies 

Working along 

 The industrious bees

Do you sense His love?

Do you hear His voice?

Do you see the works

Of His hands,

The Creation that the Artist

Built for your tiny eyes?

Baby girl, your pure heart 

Can see what adults

 forgot to seek!

But here is a secret

You might not know,

You are the masterpiece

Of our God, a tiny gift

To this crazy world

So much potential 

To do good and to love 

And to honor and worship

The True and Only God.

Amen!

@Gloria photo Gloria

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Breaking Water

 Motherhood is like that winter storm

When everything comes to a halt

And no one knows what to expect

And things are done, when they are done 

The snow creates a white blanket

To lay the child, the baby's head 

The wind murmured a lullaby

Of love and care...

The water breaks like falling rain

And droplets freeze in the crystal clear

Window of a hospital bed 

Soon, very soon, we should hear:

Hey! Guess what? Baby is here! ©Gloria photo Gloria

The Rose Bud

 A new rose bud comes,

wrapped in a blanket

 of cold and snow

A tiny ray of sun and love

That shines and brights

The darkness  nights

The excitement builds

The wait seems long 

Nine months

And rose bud 

has not come

What it will be?

How it will look?

Nobody knows

But there will be 

tears of joy 

for a new life

Another hope 

To a better start,

Perhaps...

So much potential 

In such a tiny one!

© Gloria 

The Cycle

 Life is a cycle..or better yet, a series of cycles. We must learn to start, and then, to stop.  Finish and close all cycles and start new ones.  Each cycle is intended to teach us something.  To help us grow. Without that the butterfly will never become who she is intended to be.  The frog will stay a tadpole for ever.  The birds will not break out of their eggshells. I think I am ready to close a cycle and to start a new one. It is exciting after all to discover what the Creator has for me next. I am open to learn and to grow! Let's do this new adventure called life!

The Butterfly and The Flower - Nature Romance

 She was a " social butterfly"

They say...

Her days went by

Flying from flower to flower

Tasting the nectar of life

While adorning the garden

With her beautiful wings...

Until one bright day

She found the one 

That made her stop

And stay...

She forgot about

All the other flowers

And devoted her love 

To the tall, bright, handsome

Cornflower in the corner

And rumors has that

She stays there 

Days and nights...

until death due them apart!

©Gloria photo Gloria

The elementary school - (ode to childhood)

 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.