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The Unseen

  In the quiet of mornings, as sunlight breaks through, She gathers her treasures, a vibrant crew. With laughter and stories, she opens the door, To worlds filled with wonder, where imaginations soar. Each question they ask, she meets with delight, Encouraging curiosity, igniting the light. Through struggles and triumphs, she walks by their side, A beacon of hope, a compassionate guide. Though the clock ticks away, and the days may feel long, In the rhythm of learning, she finds her own song. With every small victory, she knows in her heart, That the seeds she has planted will blossom and start. Yet in the still moments, when the classroom is bare, She reflects on her journey and the weight she bears. For the world may not see the love that she gives, But in the lives, she touches, her legacy lives. So, here’s to the unseen, the unsung, the true, The teachers who nurture, who believe in the few. In the tapestry woven with patience and care, Their impact is ...

Just One Boy

What would I do if a genie appeared? To make all my wishes come true, I would ask for gold, or a diamond galore, Or trips to a South Sea shore, All I want is a boy, And that boy is you. If I have three wishes to make, I wouldn’t ask for two, Who wants a wish to spare A date with a boy, And that Boy is you.  

Whispers of Wisdom

Passion and heart, I get it, A fire that burns, a spirit unfit, But no one has to tolerate a loudmouth, A torrent of words, flowing south. A human being who doesn’t care to control, The volume of thoughts that spill from the soul, Grow up and mature, you don’t have to scream, To be heard in the silence, to share in the dream. For silence is a great weapon, a treasure untold, A canvas for wisdom, a story unfolds, Listening and understanding, a virtue so rare, In the quiet of moments, we find what we share. Keeping “mouth shut” humbles you in ways, A gentle reminder in life’s bustling maze, Self-control, a tool, sharp and refined, In the art of connection, true strength you will find. So let passion over joy, but temper the flame, In the dance of discourse, we’re all just the same, For in whispers of wisdom, we learn to embrace, The beauty of silence, the power of grace.  

Unrecognize

In a quiet classroom, where dreams take flight, A teacher stands ready, from morning till night. With passion ignited, and heart open wide, She nurtures young minds, a steadfast guide. Her lessons are woven with care and with grace, Each child a bright star, she helps find their place. With patience like rivers, she flows through the day, Yet shadows of doubt often cloud her way. She crafts every lesson, each word like a seed, Watering hopes, tending to every need. But whispers of praise seem to fade in the air, As the world rushes by, unaware of her care. The late nights she spends, grading papers with love, The dreams that she nurtures, like wings of a dove. Yet accolades elude her, like stars out of reach, In the silence of struggle, she continues to teach. For every small triumph, she celebrates loud, In the eyes of her students, she’s fiercely proud. Though recognition may falter, her spirit won’t break, For the love of her calling, the path that she’ll take...

A preacher or a sucker?

 I am a Believer but not a religious sucker!  I am neither anti-church nor anti-religion. However, I firmly believe that being a true follower of God should never be based solely on the emotional high of attending a service or following a specific pastor. While many attend church to hear sermons, we must remain vigilant: who we follow is what we become. I respect preachers of the Gospel. Yet it is deeply alarming to see congregants admire these leaders to the point of giving away their own livelihood to satisfy them. We get caught up in the excitement over these "anointed ones" while forgetting that we possess direct access to the heart and teachings of the Messiah. Sincerity is often replaced by a transactional gospel. Today, many pastors live in luxury—driving expensive cars and residing in mansions—while their members struggle to pay tithes from their limited salaries. I have no issue with pastors having money, but struggling people should not be burdened with financ...