Maiden of worth

I walk in the light of piety,
My source is pure.
My path is a path of chastity,
I follow it without fears.
It is a symbol of virtue,
It never accepts vice.

They tried to deceive me,
But I shouted at them to leave me.
My firm will is like the mountain,
I swear I would never care.
Let them exaggerate in blaming me.
My soul rejects lowliness.

I lower my gaze not to hide,
I impose my self-respect.
I will remain in my decency,
I will never accept impudence.
In the name of God; The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.
They will never affect my pride.

Them ~ Me

To
My Family
For their abundant support,
for their patience and understanding,
And for their unconditional love.

To
Her
For her sisterly warmheartedness,
for her loyalty and honesty,
for her trustworthiness with my hopes, my dreams, my fears and my worries,
And for her caring dedication to showing me passion, excitement and joy.

To
Him
For his faithful belief,
for his honorable nature,
for his inspirational devotion to intellect,
for his admirable generosity and strength.
And for his guidance in loving concern.

Every empty park bench has a story

Out in a small rugged old town there is a park with alot of life. It has a park bench where two old friends once used to sit and both giggle and silent away.

Towards the end of each day, a man sits on it alone. He listens to the birds whistle and sing, watches the children play and observes the people walking on the park trail.

Meanwhile, surrounding the trail and bench wanders a little girl with starry curious eyes in the grassy field. She is seeking flowers, the first signs of spring flowers. People always tell her that it is far too early on and that she will never find any flowers, yet she keeps looking for them.

Unnoticed, this little girl walks up to the man and asks
'Why are you talking to the wind?'.
He looks a little startled but shortly responds kindly
- 'Because the wind carries prayers'.

And as the girl grew up, she carried that with her and nowadays the spring flowers are always there in time for her.

A piece of my Love story

Often I have said "I will not go on another journey, this road is beyond the heights of the earth".
And your grace ignites me, saying;

'You are already on a journey my love..
Go my dearest, do not be afraid, my love will escort you. There shall be no danger to you. It is when you go into strange lands, you will have time to mature, then you will return with learning and accomplishment...'

My love, may I never journey without you!

High trees catch lots of wind

When you have lost your strength, he will keep you moving.
When you have lost your way, he will guide you there.
And when you have lost all your courage, he will take your fear.
Like a bird with broken wings, he will always remind you that it is not how high you fly but the song you sing.

The Little Mermaid

Only now did it appear to me. Ariel, the little mermaid in the deep blue ocean had Everything
! But she did not have Legs to walk on Land.
She always wanted to walk up there with the others but as she desperately tried to, she would just splash her way in the dry sand as they laughed at her. Hence, she always returned to her ocean. But then someone came along and gave her the greatest gift of all, the gift of absolution. A pair of legs. And you can bet they all lost their faces, for little did they know that She could walk with such grace.

The girl who hates goodbyes

Together,
Him and I made a goodbye letter.
We shred it into a million pieces and set it on fire,
I held the letter and he lit the match.
We watched it disappear with the wind as it's flame died down.
It left it's trace but it is better of gone.
Like a boat set to sail it would depart and fade,
And should it ever return, it will only be welcomed.

Heaven was dark for a very long time. But now the sun peeks and shines forth. Some rainclouds still pass by now and then, but they don't last as long. At least that is how I see it.
A Good bye from me, for me.

Mother-Daugther secrets

A parent can plant a seed and watch it become a flower.
Share a bit of experience and it becomes another's.
Watch a child's smile widen and it become your mother's.

Flying dreams

Dancing leaves,
They swing and sway,
Around, around
Till they touch the ground.
Until the branches
All are bare.
Then winter's frost,
Completes the show.
And dancing leaves
Are covered with snow.

Love is life

Love can never grow old,
Locks may lose their brown and gold,
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
But the hearts that love will know,
Never winter's frost and chill,
Summer's warmth is in them still.