A View.

Everything in this world imparts to us a lesson
which is of benefit to our ownselves.  Every suffering
and heartache that we take is good for our own mind and soul...
for only through our heart we will truly learn and feel
how to walk humbly throughout the years.

-Lynne-


Out of all what I have written, this is the one I like the most.
-evelyn-

FOOTPRINTS.

This is my favourite poem. At times when life gets rough and I am feeling sad, I always meditate on this poem. In times of sorrow, I hold on to this poem and read it without fail until the time my problem leaves me. This poem has became a constant source of my life's inpiration.

My sincerest thanks to the author of this poem.

Margaret Fishback Powers.

-Lynne-

FOOTPRINTS

by: Margaret Fishback Powers

One night I dreamed a dream. I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One belong to me and one to my Lord. When the last scene of my life shot before me I looked back at the footprints in the sand and to my surprise, I noticed that many times along the path of my life there was only one set of footprints. I realized that this was the lowest and saddest times of my life. This always bothered me and questioned the Lord about my dilemma.

"Lord, you told me when I decide to follow You, You would walk and talk with me all the way. But, I am aware that during the most troublesome times of my life there is only one set of footprints. I just don't understand why, when I needed You most, You leave me." He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you, never, ever, during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

Broken Promise, Shattered Dreams.

"I have to be there!" This was the thought that cropped up my mind at that moment. I quickly fixed my things and cleared my table of all the work loads of the day... "I despise being late." I rushed to get out of my office, only to find myself going back to my office again. My heart was beating twice as fast. I was feeling nervous; I suddenly didn't know what to do.

On this day, I was to see my friend. My friend whom I longed so much to see... he might not be the best looking guy in town but for me he was the best. I felt he had all the best qualities of an ideal man.

Finally, I made up my mind... "I was going!" In 15 minutes, I would see him. I arrived at our meeting place just before dusk. From afar beside the willow tree stood a man facing the river. I walked forward as my heart started to beat faster... "Is he?"; I whispered to my mind...

Goals and dreams separated our ways and now we were to see each other again.

I walked forward and stood beside the tree... I checked my watch when I heard him mumbled my name. "Yes."; I softly replied. He faced me, with tears in our eyes he hugged me tight.

It was a long time since the last time we met. We  just finished our primary school when his family decided to move to another country. It all happened so fast that we didn't have the chance to see each other before they left but time and events allowed us to meet again. Now, he was back. We were no more small children as we last met but as grown people with dreams of our own.

From that day on, every after work, we promised each other to meet on that same place undeneath the tree. We laughed, I cried and screamed at the top of our voice beside the willow tree.  There we talked, dreamed and planned our future together. We pronounced our promises below that willow tree. Then there he promised never to leave me again.

Months and years passed when one day he failed to come. I went to our meeting place everyday hoping to see him again  but, I always found myself leaving with a heavy heart not knowing how my life would go on without him by my side. Then, one day I saw him... no more the friend I once knew... something had changed I felt it... we talked and he told me that he is getting married to another lady soon. Without a word, I turned my back and wept silently. Suddenly, I found myself alone... I walked away with tears in my eyes... Bearing the pain of a broken promise, a shattered dream.

-Lynne-

Written/Created by: Evelyn Asuncion

Insight.

God is always with us to guide us not because we are perfect but because we are imperfect.

-Lynne-

verse created and photo taken by: Evelyn Asuncion
Photo taken: February 1, 2010; Philippines 

Vision.

Everyone has its beauty.

Everything has its meaning.

Live to do good.

Allow your wisdom to discover

more goodness in you.

-Lynne-

Prayer & Verse Created by: Evelyn Asuncion

A Lesson from a Rose Flower.

Back when I was small, when I was about 3 years old (or maybe a bit younger). We (with my parents) always passed by my great grand aunts house every Sunday morning on our way back home from church. There, in her garden,  I always roamed and played around which for me was very wide because of my small built and short height at that time. There I saw different kind of plants. And, for the first time I saw there the different types of worms, big, small, fat and thin long worms; and, the black and white leeches too. I  really thought there was only the black leeches but there I saw  the white ones too.  I watched those worms slither around. Then later when I got tired of watching them around,  I  just jumped over them or stayed away from them if I happened to meet one while I went around my great grand aunt's garden.

While I was going around her garden a beautiful red flower attracted my attention and so I picked it. Ouch! I thought. I  looked at my finger and saw it bled. I bit it because of the sharp pain I felt  but I was happy anyway because, I was able to pick a single flower called the rose. 

Now, I realized that a rose because of its beauty is protected by its thorns. Who so ever picked it without care will surely be hurt by its thorns. Even up to this time, I still get prick... it still hurts me so now, gently I should hold it.

-Lynne-

Written/Created by: Evelyn Asuncion

A Glimpse Of Reality
(my childhood days on a Sunday morning)

A Word from Me.

Some gifts in life are not presented to us in attractive packages only in the passing of time we will come to realize its true worth and meaning.

Written/Created by: Evelyn Asuncion