The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

    I kneel down in the freezing rain, My cold, wet body feels the pain. "I wish the storm would stop," I cry, I have no place to stay up dry. I am so scared out in the gray. The heavy water hurts my skin, I have no door to go inside. So many people cry alone. Please make the rain go far away, We have no roof to hide today. My broken umbrella fell away, Not everyone has got a home,      

I failed to see your hidden hue, But now I am awake and new. The sleepless nights are in the past, My quiet strength is found at last. I lock the door and block your name, I will not play your cruel game. You have no place within my mind, Your bitter shadows stay behind. No grudges live, no tears are shed, I walk away; the past is dead.    

  The world divides us with borders of stone, But beneath the surface, we are not alone. Listen close to the truth that remains, As we question the walls and challenge the chains: While others wait outside the gate, Can justice wear a single face? Does the same breath that fills one life, Not fill each child in every place? No hand that shaped the stars above, Would measure worth by race or land. The light that rises with each dawn, Falls gently on each outstretched hand. Until no voice is cast aside, The question lives: who stands outside? Break down the walls and smash the steel, So, every soul can freedom feel.

It is night again, and sleep still evades me, The night before last, I could not sleep at all, Yesterday, I could not eat, This morning, I barely finished a single bite of food, No matter what I do, everything feels empty, What will ever make me feel okay? My mother, yes, my mother, She is in my thoughts and in my dreams, My mother, right, my mother, I wish for her, hoping she might change, The way I feel. My mother, where exactly is my mother? She is gone, taken by death already, Perhaps that is why I feel like I am also dead. Life has no color, life has no lif e. 😔  

Dark ice freezes deep, Horizon crashing on rocks, Silent voices beg. Cold words never sent to save, Faith withers on dying vines. No arms cradle you, Nightmares ravage all your pride, Doors to safety locked. Deafening demons scream loud, Keys to haven locked away. Stormy seas rage high, Standing on the edge alone, Candlelight goes out. Foggy dark is far too cold, Father will never come home

The morning sun never caught Maria sleeping. For years, her life was a rhythmic blur of dry-erase markers, printed spreadsheets, and the quiet hum of her desk lamp at 3:00 AM. She poured her soul into crafting flawless lesson plans, calculating fair grades, and leaving encouraging, handwritten notes on every single test paper. Every morning, Maria stood by her classroom door, perfectly prepared, smiling warmly, and ready to transform her room into a vibrant sanctuary of learning. Her lessons were legendary for their energy and productivity. She turned challenging math problems into thrilling races where students cheered each other on at the chalkboard. She hosted high-stakes classroom Quiz Bees, using cardboard buzzers to test their knowledge. During recess, she stayed behind to provide patient, one-on-one tutoring to students who were falling behind. Every Friday afternoon, she gathered them in a circle to read Bible stories, instilling values of kindness and faith. She even bonded ...