Jumping In
To jump or rather not to jump,
I fancy my thoughts would
Contemplate, before words
Enter a blank page
Having had the mentorship of
The words, the punctuations
Then would bravely follow.
Comma is the contemplating sage
The jumps is an adventure after all
No Nada
Even if i'm sad
I will not cry
Enough is enough
My station is empty
Should morning evade birdsongs
I will not scowl
Nor shush the daymoon away
When it rains
I will not join in
With my lonely memories
Caring for yesteryears
Is it not the nature of life
To spin changes through
Ever occuring joy and sorrow
No i will not make a fuss
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Retreat Salybia
Those day, singing in the senior choir we would during tbe Lenten Season, put aside a day, to go somewhere out of the city, somewhere remote, somewhere we wouldn't dare travel to everyday.
So there we are in the mini bus, some call them maxi taxis. We always prayed the rosary on the way. On our retreat day to Salybia, we leave St James around 6:00AM.
We pass through forested areas to get there.At the retreat site there is the sea in the background.
sandals in hand
we walk along the beach sand -
Lenten retreat
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Treasure
“We salute you Gentle Rousseau you can hear us,
Through the noise of modern day styles,
Set to canvas enduring,
We meditate beside your palette of colours and textures,
Bearing in mind,
That greatness is recognised in your passing,
Leaving behind for us treasure
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Althought shines the moon so bright
And night its questions held so tight
What matters most to each born star
Is how the gazers seem so near
When from its shimmer oceans speak
In dark stages to applause
How goes the muster of this mood
So somber and resilient
Two hearts in synchronicity
Watch for the favour of night
The twinkle of stars, beats of hearts
And naturally glowing sparks
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