The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

In the world where we are all connected Life unfolds like a thread of dreams and fears But I find joy, wisdom, and laughter through prayers In strong faith I will stand, a new hope in life.  With dreams fulfilled and skies so blue Life’s gentle hand will guide my way through With blessings bright will come my ways God is my strength, my steadfast light.  In every shadow, He’ll shine so bright. Through trials faced and mountains climbed I’ll find my peace, my heart aligned I’ll be showered with laughter and cheers. Gathering stories with loved ones near With tiny hands I'll embrace my dears The magic of life, the love I bear I'll wander the world from shore to shore. Exploring the wonders forever more From bustling cities to quiet streams Each journey I thread with dreams and will With every sunset a promise I will make. Of joy and adventure that memories told Life will be good; I’ll dance in the sun For with God beside me I'm always a winner So, here’s my future, a bright a...

In the quiet bustle of morning bright, I stand before my eager, teary eyes, A canvas blank, a world in sight, With dreams to weave and hopes to rise, Each lesson crafted, a labor of love, Words like seeds in fertile ground. I nurture, like stars above, In every heart, a spark is found. Through trials faced, I stand my ground, For every tear, a smile will bloom, In laughter shared, my soul is bound, In this noble profession I chose, Here I am with open hands, I’d lay my life, my heart, my soul, For every child who dares to dream, To guide them gently toward their goal, To help them find their own bright beam. For I am a vessel with light to flow, For teaching is the path I chose to be.    

In halls where echoes of laughter fade, A shadow looms, a heavy grade, The clock ticks slow, the minutes crawl, As dreams are stifled within these walls. Promises made, yet seldom kept, Incompetence lingers, while hope is swept, Forms misplaced, and emails lost, Each day we bear the mounting cost. The rules are tangled, a web of red tape, While students struggle, trying to escape, A system that falters, a ship without sail, In the storm of confusion, we all seem to pale. The bell rings loud, but silence reigns, As visions of progress dissolve into chains, We raise our voices, but they fall on deaf ears, Frustration builds, fueled by our fears. Oh, to be heard, to feel understood, To see change blossom, to feel it’s good, Yet here we stand, in a bureaucratic maze, Lost in the shuffle, caught in a haze. But still, we gather, united in plight, With passion ignited, we’ll continue the fight, For every misstep, for every delay, We’ll carve out a path; we’ll find our own way. So, here’s to t...