When you face forgetful grief You should teach it not to Rain on you, And soak you in sorrow
With eyes closed and with a smile on your face Abandon all your fears let thoughts gain pace Whilst you sit underneath a shadeless tree And sing summer's forgotten poetry
My father and Irwin were inseparable for the next 15 years before my father’s passing in 1995. There was an area in my father’s heart that was healed in 1981 and in his son Irwin’s heart as well.
Salamat sa pagpako sa lahat ng pangako. Salamat sa paglisan mo. Salamat kasi, mahal, natuto akong mahalin ang sarili ko. Salamat kasi hindi na ako nagtatago sa likod ng mga katagang "best friend" mo.
Independence, hard work and festivity beyond serenity, peace, and tranquility. All these are made from heaven, Thanking God for my haven.
For me, New Year means a new beginning. The start of my new journey. The start of taking risks and opening up opportunities.
It's just weird how some people are always thanking Him only during Fridays when we all know that every time we wake up each day is already a blessing to us.
Sometimes adjustments come in the form of pruning. In the horticultural world, we know that pruning a tree is necessary to sustain growth. That is, sometimes the skillful pruner will cut back a fruitful branch which diminishes the outward appearance…
Our circumstances do not determine who we become, we do. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise.
Do you give out your whole- And let her own your soul, When we just stare and no longer chat, Is it still love or something like that?
When everything you wanted so bad, Are the ones that had you feeling sad. When everything that seemed right, Are the ones that put you right into a plight.
Before the day ends, I bow my head down and close my eyes. Talking to the highest, king of kings, messiah or whatsoever. Whispering and say Thank You, Lord