The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

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.    

  Waking up with so many things on my mind is truly overwhelming. After saying a short prayer, I pick up my pen and start to write. I still use pen and paper by choice, not because I lack a laptop or a computer. I purposefully choose not to write directly on a screen because I want my mind and my hands to work together as a team. I want to create without consulting or involving any hybrid machines from the internet. Later on, of course, I will use my computer and Wi-Fi to share my finished writing on social media but the birth of my thoughts always happens on paper.  Nostalgia Pain  It remains clear in my memory why I chose to leave. I used to frequently compare our home to the loudest prison; A sanctuary, it seemed, for storms that brought heavy blows to my soul, For it was inherently a dungeon of words I desperately wished to escape. The news that no one enters this house anymore has not faded from my mind, Which is why I decided to return and dissect every room, pi...

Upon waking, a flicker of hope starts to rise, That success will greet me beneath distant skies. I pray that this heavy exhaustion will fade, Replaced by the endless, calm rest I have made, When I reach the end where my true reward lies. My mind is so weary from worries and fears, As I think of you all through the passing of years. I only wish happiness guides where you tread, On the paths that you walk and the journeys ahead, To see you all smiling and wiping your tears. My heart is exhausted from making a space, To value and love you with selfless embrace. My body is broken from toil every day, To serve you and help you along on your way, Running this demanding and tireless race. Yet morning returns with a love just as deep, Transforming this ache that my soul has to keep. I find in my fatigue a power reborn, To see you succeed on a bright future morn, My body may fade, but my memory won’t sleep.    

Father, thank you for the grace of every day, A fresh beginning as I walk my earthly way. Jesus, thank you for the joy within my heart, For you loved me first, before my love could start. Holy Spirit, thank you for your guiding light, Bearing fruits of divine faith through day and night. My faith is anchored in the 3 in 1. A sacred bond that never undone. Though mountains shake and hills collapse from view, Your steadfast love remains forever true. It never fades, it never grows dim, An endless grace, an everlasting hymn. Holy, Holy, holy is your name, Age after age, you always stay the same. In the Father, the Son, and the Spirit my trust, My faith in the 3 in 1 never ending beyond measure