The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

  Rain, rain, go away, Hearing the little ones’ dismay, Their tiny voices, sound and clear, Echoed wishes for the rain to disappear. Moving their heads, upward, downward, Searching the skies, their hopes empowered. Looking left, then to the right, Under heavy clouds, they trudged with fright. So I began to pray, to the Lord above, “Clear the way for them, wrap them in love. Keep them safe, let the storm subside, Guide them gently, be their guide.” So rain, rain, if you must stay, Let joy and laughter find their way. For in the hearts of these little ones Hope will rise, and love will call. Bring them home safe and sound. Amen 

They seem to be happy living by the ocean side, Where the waves kiss the shore and the seagull's glide. With sun-kissed skin and laughter in the air, Their worries drift away, like sea foam everywhere. Morning light dances on the water's embrace, As they gather shells, each one a treasure, a trace. Children build castles, dreams rising high, While the tide whispers secrets, as time passes by. The salty breeze carries stories untold, Of love and adventure, of hearts brave and bold. With each sunset painting the sky in gold hue, They find joy in the simple, in moments so true. Evenings bring bonfires, where shadows play, As they share their hopes, letting worries decay. With the ocean as witness, their spirits take flight, In the warmth of connection, everything feels right. They seem to be happy, living life unconfined, By the ocean side, where peace is aligned. In the rhythm of the tides, they find their way, Embracing the beauty of each passing day.  

When you are ready to die, Speak up all the burdens you bear, Speak up all the burdens you bear, Speak up all the burdens you bear, Speak up all the burdens you bear, Let the weight of silence break, And release the thoughts that ensnare. When you are ready to die, Do what sets your spirit free, Dance in the light of fleeting moments, Embrace the wild, the untamed sea. When you are ready to die, Fear loses its grip, its hold, You no longer worry about losing, For in letting go, you become bold. When you are ready to die, You give up treasures, even the rare, Your most precious jewelry, No longer a chain, but a breath of air. When you are ready to die, Leave behind the weight of the past, Focus on today’s gentle whispers, In each heartbeat, find peace at last. So, if you are ready to die, Let your soul rise, let it soar, For in the act of surrender, You’ll discover what life has in store.