Shattered in pieces
Over the cold dark floor
Lays like a broken glass
Red pieces of my broken heart
I had it broken many times before
And many times I had glue it back
But there is a time in life
When you seat and watch the pieces
And wonder why to glue it back...
A broken glass loose it's beauty
Once broken...likewise the heart!
His imagination created the life as you see it The beauty of a sky, the powerful rivers, the serenity of lakes...the tall grass, the breathtaking mountains, the dense vegetations...the arid dessert. The day and the night, the moon and the stars, the scorching sun, the deep oceans, and every creature that walks, swims, or fly. And he created it all for our eyes to enjoy. To care for. To protect and to love. @Gloria photo Gloria
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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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
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
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!
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
Dear child,
It was hard to focus in motherhood while also going through divorce. Yet, listening to your happy laugh always made a difficult day better
I remember a special day that made me so happy. It was your first time at the zoo. You were sat in your umbrella stroller when we entered the Laid Jungle at the Omaha Zoo. Your eyes opened wide with excitement as you saw the indoor trees and heard the different sounds of the monkeys, the birds and other animals in the jungle building. You stepped out of the stroller and started walking with small toddler steps. First with curiosity, and then with excitement.
I smiled. My heart filled with joy. The zoo was that place where we could be happy. We could laugh, walk for hours and forget about the rest of the world. It was our little special place. Every year, for many years I invested in that zoo membership and many springs, falls and summers we spent quality time walking up and down that place.
These days it makes me sad that the zoo is no longer affordable for single parents like me, because I know how many fun playful times we spent at that place.
Well, this is the first of many letters. Perhaps some day you might read them. Perhaps you might not.
Mom
It hurts
Sometimes
To cut the ties
With what you love
Because
Your own sanity
Is at play
It hurts
Like when a bird
Opens the. Cage
And flyes away
And yet
Opening those wings
Feels like freedom
And peace.
But still hurts...
With colder nights
And yet
She florshed
And stood there
Like the summer
Will never end
Learn her ways
My friend
For tomorrow
Is not here,
Yet,
And yesterday
Was today...
Flourish, shine
Be brave, be bright
Stand tall
Alone,
If you must
But never, ever,
Give up!
©Gloria photo Gloria
There was once a little paige that pretended to be a king. He ran around pretending. Always pretending. One day he came across a princess and she fell in love of this fake king. Later on she realized he was just a page...but she was still in love with him.
Time passed by and one day the paige met another queen and he decided to chase after her. After all, a queen has much more to offer than a princess. The princess was heart broken for a while but she finally found her way back to her path, and worked in growing and moving up to the next level.
The paige in the other hand fall victim of his own greediness. His new queen was a fake too and had nothing to offer other than lies. All his hopes of greatness were crushed down to the ground and he longed for the true love he once had found in his princess.
Next week is the crowning of an Emperatriz. She was once a princess that did not know her strengths until she met a fake king who was a paige. Ah! The ironies of life. The grass is never green in the other side of the fence. Just water the grass in your side and you will have a great lawn. It takes work and patience! We are constantly changing and growing. Tomorrow you will not be the same than today. Be willing to change. One day at a time. One thing at a time, like a caterpillar.
©Gloria
photo© Gloria
Broken, like a happy bird
That was flying free
And was deceived by
The transparent glass
Of a modern building.
He lays now immobile
Breaking the monotony
Of the concrete floor
With his silent presence
Lifeless, and I look at it
And occurs to me
That there is some beauty
In being dead.© Gloria photo Gloria
To brighten my heart with the colors of life!
April flowers for a flower...
