"Brothers and sisters, fill your minds with whatever is good and true, whatever is pure, whatever is noble and right, whatever is lovely, whatever is honorable and admirable, if anything is excellent or praiseworthy, think about such things. Put them into practice, and God -who gives us peace- will be with you." (Philippians 4:8)

"Thanks for the Gift: I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (Philippians 4:13)

We must train our minds to think upon these positive and peaceful things. We must keep our minds protected, because the devil could take advantage of those vulnerable ones.

Saturday, September 3, 2011



(John 6:48-51) "I am the bread of life. The bread that comes down from Heaven is such a kind that whoever eats it will not die. I am the living bread that came down from Heaven. If anyone eats this bread, he will live for ever. The bread that I will give him is my flesh, which I give so that the world may live." Jesus used parables as a way of teaching.

I wrote an inspirational poem for my beloved ones who dwell in Heaven with the Lord. I'll share its words with you this day. I called my poem:


I imagine sitting in my family's garden

Next to plants, flowers and trees in the Autumn's eve.

They were only twigs when my folks planted the seeds.

My tears soaked the somber leaf under the trees.

I imagine hearing voices of two nightingales

Singing and watching me from up the branches...

I only had a vision in my dreams...

A quiet moment in silence which seemed

A few winks of the moonlight.

A star peeped behind the moon

In between dim clouds floating in the sky.

I gazed at the stardust born to my eyes,

Twinkle of lights shining afar,

Amber tones or fading shades in the distance

Announcing a coming glory up on high.

Two nightingales whispered soothing music,

Their wings -like flutes- embraced my heart.

Their loving ways stopped the bleeding

Of my old wounds which were falling parts.

Oh, beautiful nightingales of nature,

You fell before my mortal wondering eyes!!

They were sailing upon the bosom of the air

Sprinkling dew in the lazy clouds.

Oh, their soft tunes I found,

I knew the nightingale's virtuous sound!!

They called me rose blossom, as sweet as a new born star.

Somber tombs would turn into streaks of light,

And fly away with the nightingale's heart.

They whispered I was a branch of their blossoming tree;

No dreams were more glamorous to see...

The two nightingales wiped my tears,

And said not to mourn, weep or fear,

For they were heading for the Lord's Kingdom.

Just before our eyes, there was the Highway to Heaven.

The Highway to Heaven was the direction

To where they had parted.

To my grief, for I could still feel their loss...

The two nightingales gently wept,

The ones who helped me carry on with the cross.

I only had a vision in my dreams...

Healing prayers were said that sores would heal.

Oh, farewell beautiful nightingales!!...

You gave me the last hug with a kiss,

You flew away into the Highway to Heaven,

And I sealed our blessings with my living lips.

Author: Starry Dawn.

All my ancestors dwell in Heaven with the Lord. They are waiting for me.

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