Thanks for the Gift of Life!!

Creations of the heart are blooming like flowers in the field.

The wonders of nature are entwined everywhere.

My spirit overflows. Footprints of the piper are sealed

In the pristine dunes while the echo of the wind

Unfolds whispering melodies.

Dreamland begins to roam freely...

Hear me coming as I go.

I am the wind, the trip into the mist, the sea...

Hear the echo of voices, the heartbeats of waves crushing

On the sand, as I leave my footprints on the land.

Hear the roaring thunder, for my crying is just a reminder.

Please, let the world be and set them all free!!



Thursday, December 31, 2009

Monday, November 16, 2009



Why do you cry crocodile??
It wouldn´t say a word nor a lie.
Our leader went to the sea.
The water was rough, not calm,
Although he insisted to swim.
His friendly crew watched him from the boat...
Why do you cry crocodile??
It wouldn´t say a word nor a lie.
I miss his touch...
Our leader dived into the sea.
The tempest arose its madness
As he gave his last hug and die.
There is a flood of tears,
Because Steve is no more near.
He would give no more hugs,
The crocodile says, as it cries and cries.
All the other animals heard, and cried aloud:
What has happened to Steve??...
They all say together as a crowd...
Why couldn´t he let it be and live!!
There is a flood in the whole world:
Oceans, rivers, ponds and lakes.
All crocodiles and other animals cry, cry and say,
As they flood all waters from their tears.
We can´t help crying. We miss his touch,
Because Steve is no more near.
He would give us no more hugs or love.
The crocodiles say, as they cry and cry.

Author: Starry Dawn. (Written in September of 2006)

This poem was dedicated to The Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin,
who passed away in September of 2006.
The whole world and the animals miss him so much!!
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

"Amazing Pictures." (Part 2)

"Amazing Pictures." (Part 2)

Photographing as a process of clarifying this kind of quality, the photographer works towards creating formalized liminal spaces.

His photographs play with time and scale. His imagery suggests a formalized landscape where perspective scale and time momentarily become intangible. The viewer sees repeated dualities of stillness and movement, intense detail with blank atmospheric abstraction, man made objects found in ocean horizons, black and white images printed on colored paper, all reduced to present a sublime experience to the viewer.

The glory lies not in this act of clarification or reduction, but in the experience of what is left -sublime experience located in ordinary space: a slowly moving sky, the sun moving across a boulders surface or sea foam swirling around a pylon.

Exposed onto large-format black and white film under the light of dusk and dawn, the shutter is held open for several minutes, recording the ocean and sky as it continuously repositions itself on the negative, a process both dependent upon and vulnerable to chance.

The resultant image is an accretion of past and present. Each moment is layered over the moment immediately preceding it, a single image that embodies the weight of cumulative time and unending metamorphosis.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

"Amazing Pictures."

"Amazing Pictures..."

The shorelines exhibited by the photographer´s works of art are amazing. He presents his abiding interest in the thresholds that divide and connect the sea to the land. He is fascinated with the quality of light and the spacial immensity of the ocean.

We all have enormous reverence for feeling so small in the presence of something so vast, where perspective, scale, time and distance momentarily become intangible...

Monday, November 2, 2009


I have seen their faces on public places all over the USA. It hurts me so badly to know that these children have been hurt in such horrendous and dreadful ways. Some of these children have been found alive. Others were not so lucky. I´ll never understand the heart of a killer...
I pray that God may interven in order to find justice for all.
Praying for Justice,
Starry Dawn.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

"The Way You Picture Yourself."

"The Way You Picture Yourself."

We may envision a perfect world. At times, we may forget that we are a part of it. Our own contribution and shares lay a significant trail. We interact with all kind of things in the world on daily basis and get feed back from all things whether they are good or bad, dead or alive.

History is also a main part of our common past that we all share, like it or not. Not all things in our surroundings leave a positive trail in our lives. In fact, many things may contribute to leave a great deal of negative evidence.

I have heard that the first ingredient of success, the earliest spark in the dreaming experience is to dream a great dream. Go beyond your own limitations with your mind, and try to reach an extra mile in your view. Always aim higher than you believe whatever you may reach. You may often discover that when your inner talents are set free by your own imagination, you can certainly achieve any goal of your dreams.

The power of one´s mind and spirit is much greater than one thinks of. If you encounter folks who offer their help or wisdom, accept it with a grateful heart. You may be surprised of how much you can learn from those folks who have gone through things before you. You can learn from their own experience. But, do not hesitate to step off the accepted path and head off in your own direction if your heart tells you that it´s the right way for you.

Believe that you´ll succeed at whatever you do. Never forget the value of persistence, discipline, honesty and determination. You are meant to be whatever you dream of becoming. If it happens that you are one who suffers from some kind of disability, please, focus on the values of your abilities rather than crying over spilt milk.

Just take a moment of your time, take a look around at your world today, think of whatever you may change for the better, open your eyes and see what´s going on!!...

The choice is all yours, the way you picture yourself, and you wish to change something for the better in your life.

In God´s Garden,

Starry Dawn.

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009



To All Readers,

I let you know that I am soon heading for New York where my dear family live. I am going to a family reunion. I am so happy and excited about going back to the States with my dear family. My daughter, her husband and my grandchildren are all Americans who were born in New York. They invited me to their house where I´ll stay for a while enjoying their lovely company. Some of their birthdays are coming up in September, plus Thanksgiving and Christmas later on. I´ll certainly enjoy my time with them. So, I won´t be around posting in my blogs for a while. I am sure you´ll understand. However, I shall return, if that is God´s will. When I come back in here, I´ll tell you some of the stories with my dear family in New York.

Thank you in advance for reading my posts!!

Have a blessed day always in our Lord´s Vineyard!!

In God´s Garden,

Starry Dawn.

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

HAMLET. "To be or not to be." (Act 3)

HAMLET. "To be or not to be."
(Act 3, Scene 1)

To be, or not to be, that is the question
Whether it´s nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to -´tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there is the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There´s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor´s wrong, the proud man´s contumely,
The pangs of disprized love, the law´s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No travelers returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia. Nymph, in thy horizons
Be all my sins remembered.

Author: William Shakespeare.

Monday, August 10, 2009



This story happened overseas, not in the United States.
This story is about a child who was born an orphan, but when he grew up he was born again in Christ, so he became a Christian. This story happened overseas, not in the U.S.
Long ago, I used to volunteer giving charity for the homeless, humans and animals in need. We were a group of Christians gathering food, clothing and other items at a local hospital or church or humane society. In my childhood, my dear mother used to do the same kind of charity for the ones in need. She had a big heart for the needy ones.

Gazing upon a nostalgic horizon, I recall to have helped a small hungry man in his 40´s, who was skin and bones. I offered him meals at home and also clothing to keep him warm from the cold weather. He spent time with my family at table in many occasions. He was grateful to us, so he began to tell us that he was born an orphan and he grew up in an orphanage as a little child.

His mother had left him at a hospital when he was born. So, born with an abnormal palate and leporim lips, he was unable to swallow milk or other fluids normally, for they came out through his nostrils. He had hard times with breathing as well. He would tell me his old tales with his funny voice many years later. Just for the grace of God, this orphan baby had been saved thanks the kind hearted nurses at the orphanage and hospital. I think those nurses were instruments of God. God´s will was to save that baby orphan. I noticed that he would smile most of the time as a grown up and showed a positive attitude even in nasty living conditions. Perhaps, he may have smiled as a baby too, and might have won the people´s hearts with his lovely smile. I am just wondering...

His name is Horace. He lived with so many other orphan children like himself. At the age of 5, he was sent to another orphanage for adoption. This child would wait for a good caring and loving home. People do not even realize what it would be like living behind those walls, I guess. Telling the story in a nutshell, in brief, his life had always been at stake, in a verge of ending at the hands of careless evil doers. In other words, his life was not touched by many blessings, but much suffering to bear instead.

To his misfortune, he was adopted at the age of 7 by cruel farmers who made him work so hard out in the fields as a little slave. Other farmers had also done the same kind of cruel practices with other orphans and homeless children. They only adopted them from the orphanage to abuse them in slavery. Other corrupted and perverted folks even used them as beggars in the streets or used them for even worse indicent practices for their own profits. I know that these things might happen in other parts of the world. It really hurts to know that these things happen. How could humans be so cruel?? I wonder...

Going back to the story, those cruel people had not sent him to school, neither care for the boy´s well-being. So, he turned to be illiterate at that point in time. They often beated the poor child if he would not obey to work harder. The poor child ended up running away to a much bigger farm in another town, for he would have no other choice. He had left riding a horse out in the field. He would soon turn to become a real expert in horseback riding. He would become a jockey for a short while later on.

The people in the new farm were wealthy, kind and warm hearted. They helped him survive bad storms in his childhood and in his early teens. He would even be able to go to school for a while there in town, so that he would learn how to read and write a little bit. Years later, when the boy would be in his early 20´s, the wealthy lady would pay for his oral surgery and recovery in hospital. Soon after he got better, he would leave the farm lifestyle and go into a big city where he would remain for the rest of his life. This orphan child in this tale would become a grown up man for the grace of God. He indeed survived, although he would remain very thin, just skin and bones, throughout his entire life due to malnutrition during his early stages of his childhood.

One day, I met him over 20 years ago in a big city. I felt compassion in my heart for the way he looked like, so thin and starved looking man. He was working very hard in a small local supermarket doing the cleaning in the afternoon. The big city was overcrowded with all kind of things, but he would prefer the city life over the rural one.

I was back then, shopping and buying some groceries there, and coming back home from a multinational company which had hired English teachers overseas. Our job was providing training and teaching American English to executives (CEO). I met some wonderful American teachers overseas. I gently spoke to the man in this story, and he would listen to me. Since then on, we established a friendship bond. I began to talk to him about God, and God´s plan in his life.

I sent him food, clothing and other kind of help in any way I could. Poverty is very hard to endure in such heartless terms. He has remained skin and bones, but he is always grateful to the Lord, and often shows the best of his loving smiles in return of kindness. He told me that he was born again in Christ. He went to a Church to speak with the Priest because he wanted to be baptized. His life would change afterwards. Horace has become a Christian. Praise the Lord!!

He has grown older, but I am truly glad that I have met him. He has been an inspiration in my life. We praise the Lord in all circumstances. This is a true and touching story.

Let us pray...

We often patiently go about the daily routines of life. Perhaps, we are waiting for God to reveal a more exciting plan for our lives. Ask God to show you the potential for even this time of seeming insignificance to become meaningful and effective service for Him. God can make every passage of life worthwhile.

Dear Lord, please shape me, mold me, let me become the person you want it me to be, in order to serve You more deeply. Thank You for forgiving my sins, dear Lord!! I am waiting to hear Your voice in my heart. Please, show me the way, Lord. Thank You for listening to our prayers!! AMEN.

In God´s Garden,

Starry Dawn.

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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

"The Form of Salvation."

"The Form of Salvation."

Jesus comes in the form of salvation.
His words, "I am the way, the truth and the life."
The rewarding path leads to our Lord, our final destination,
So, no pain or falling tears will be in our daily strife.

His mighty glory is everywhere.
Take a good look around!
Birds, flowers, springwater and sounds
Are all signs of sweet nature.

The whole concert of living forms
Is bound to the joyful eyes of God´s creation.
Each morning, the dazzle of bright lights
Replaces the darkness with its ugly fights.

My desire is to go only where all springs fall,
To a peaceful haven where no storms blow.
Jesus is my Savior, my rock to infinity.
The candles lead me to the moon.

He always opens His Holy gates to my call.
No doom I feel...
My spirit and soul will embrace eternity.
I´m walking with pride to His Hall.

No coward heart is mine!
I seek for Jesus, the form of salvation.
My brave spirit is the true manifestation.
I feel the lights of Heaven´s glory shine.

Author: Starry Dawn.

Monday, June 8, 2009

"The Tunnel to the Unknown." (1)

"The Tunnel to the Unknown." (1)

Wondering what is it in one´s mind??... Perhaps, an illusion or an illusory state of mind..., an interrogation within oneself, which only leads to doubts and uncertainty, or rather a closer way to a cruel reality, it would be to acknowledge the way we may naively enter or most likely, we would be dragged into the world's madness:
"The Tunnel to the Unknown."
Perhaps, it might be an invisible cage, a mousetrap,... the imprisonment in the mind of the inner self, whose feelings of being caught with no more freedom are being transformed into a trap of invigorating madness and dreadful nightmares. In the cases this author will present, reality and fantasy are not well determined. The labyrinth of the mind´s stage, in which the brain cells play the role of bossy cells, is to set the rules for other body cells to obey. In a nutshell, the brain is the boss in high hierarchy. So, tangled thoughts might be the production, manifestation and realization of tangled brain cells, in fact, a web of intrigues could be a sort of spider webs, but in the stage of real life. Unfortunately, insane brain cells could only produce insane products and thoughts.
Readers should begin to read between the lines, since this author won´t explain things in details.
The tunnel to the unknown -where good and evil walk together, as if they were blind with each other- is mostly a metaphor to describe some people´s state of mind, about what they really think intimately over what they do.
However, people´s hearts are simply naked in front of God´s eyes that could see the whole picture. God is able to read one´s mind and see one´s heart. Nothing could escape from God´s Almighty view. To all faithful believers, all these tales or mystery series might be the revelation of the truth, in order to unveil evil doers in their evil path of destruction in this world.
Warning: Readers may stop reading these mystery tales at anytime, if they feel they are too harsh to digest. The warning has been set.
The writers of murder mysteries convey -in some cases- facts of life in combination with fiction and fantasy, in order to provide the right spicy flavors to the readers. A new style of modern organized crime flourished in the Twentieth Century, and a new technology would be available.
This tale would be trying to pursue the endless battles between good and evil in modern societies, where greed, money and power would only be the greedy people´s objectives.
The main evil character would be patiently stalking in the darkness with only one way drive in his sick mind: his next prey to devour, like a hungry wolf with sharp teeth and ablaze, protruding eyes. The scent of murder was floating in the air, just like smelling blood. The chessboard was set in white linen. His naive, wretched flattering victims would only be helpless preys. These horrible evil actions could only be performed by a savage, sick-minded beast, a perfect traitor and coward, whose main drive would be the mutilation of his victims, before their delivery to his higher corrupted authorities in the rank of scientific fields, in which he would only be a part of the chain of organized crime. Corruption business was at its boiling point.
Many accomplishers worked under his evil web. His main technique was to earn the confidence and complete trust from his innocent victims. Cheating and lying are a rather common procedure of serial murderers. These abhorrent and appalling crimes should come to a halt somehow. Somewhere in time, there would be good people of God who may intervene for helping the world to become a better place to live in. Somehow and somewhere in time, this sort of abominable organized crime must be taken to justice and stopped once and for all.
In a far corner of the room in a foreign land, the American lady was looking out the window helplessly. Her freedom was taken away. She felt as if she had been kidnapped.
Author: Starry Dawn.
Note: The room in the tower is only a chapter of a short novel that I have begun to

"Poem to CONDOR."

"Poem to CONDOR."

The condor passes, it leaves its marks and path
On the surface of the Earth and up on high.
The tempest roars under its wings,
The mountains roll the mist gazing upon its flight.

The earnest expression of commitment
Is their loyalty to the same mate for life.
The condor passes. Birds are symbols of freedom.

The flute begins to play as its bosom fly,
While its eyes are watching the offspring
Carefully placed on a hidden nest
Up on a high hill, where the wind sings.

They draw high dreams upon the clouds,
They are giant silhouettes drifting away up on high,
The home and spirit of ancient civilizations,
The whispers of rhyming whistles,
The realizations of silent sounds,
To condors, they are still giving shelter.
No longer chain of mountains -on this Earth- is found.

The condor passes through the storms;
The view basks under its wings.
These giant birds will glide ´till the end,
When there won´t be any more springs.

These rare giant figures crossing the blue sky
Are flushing their wings like a thunder
On the summit up on high.
They watch and live their lives ´till the end,
They are the riders in the air up on the sky.

The condor passes nowadays.
Soon, they will travel no more,
For they are endangered rare species
In a way to extinction.
Lord, reach me out there, listen to my prayers!
Don´t let them be sent to oblivion!

When condor passes, the sky roars a thunder,
Mountains stand tall and brave.
Rocks feel the impact of its wondrous pass,
Although they´re standing still and safe.
Glowworms only guard their sleep
As mother nature claims its feast.

The great condor passes with its majestic nature.
Birds are symbols of freedom.
Let me soar on freedom´s wings!
So, the true message to the world, I´ll bring...
My deep heart over the condor will happily sing.

The requiem begins... Time is running short,
And when roaming is finished
Then, time strikes and says no more.
So, condor´s life exhales and it´s over...
The epitaph is signed with the rain,
For the last flights haven´t been in vain.
The condor´s lonely body lay on the ground.
The weeping mountain shed a tear,
For that falling CONDOR, who -to earth- was bound.
I shall always remember SYMBOLS OF FREEDOM.

Author: Starry Dawn.



The rich unfolding morning at daybreak brings news...
I have found in poetry, inspirational reflections, meditation and other deep expressions of my heart the true natural tranquilizers, and good food for my inner spirit as subtle wonderful scents.
Breathless in the view of Your Holy presence, Lord, I dwell in a sea of agony in the ebony sky.
Emerald stars are the beauty of Your eyes, melancholy oceans reflect the crystal depth of Your Holy thoughts. I know, my Redeemer lives. Our dear Lord, Jesus Christ, our Savior lives.
He speaks to my heart and leads my life with His light. Let´s try a spiritual exercise...
Retire oneself in that deep calmness as a guest, and blend into those sweet dreams on a bay.
No one will ever be able to take away, that kind of peacefulness deep inside your soul.
Go to Church, talk to the Lord in prayers, read His words in the Holy Bible, take the Eucharist, and feel the blessings and warmth of the Lord taking all over you.
The light of the Lord shines within me, and it´s my only LIGHTHOUSE AT SEA.
Jesus is our amazing Lord!!
Learn to write your hurts in the sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away, and to carve your benefits in stone. There is an old saying, "It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then, an entire life to forget them."
The benefits, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it...
The devil is out roaming. He snatches hearts with his embedded tools of lie´s bombing.
The devil walks up and down the roads seeking for souls and lives to steal.
The best weapon we have is the Lord´s Almighty Armour for real. The helmet and shield of righteousness are set on lives living honestly with the truth. The Lord protects us, and our souls He soothes. The devil, who is an evil beast, roams in the shadows, while our Lord is walking in the light. We trust our Heavenly Savior. He´ll save us with His mighty shine.
Having faith means understanding that God is great, and we are so small. This kind of humility is a rare commodity in our modern, pride filled world. In fact, to come to believe that God is all powerful, and we desperately need His help is actually comforting. Living faith in God gives us peace of mind, confidence and hope for an eternal life as He promised, and a bright future.
Some meditation by Starry Dawn.



Let us pray!!...
Dear Heavenly Father and Lord:

Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be Your name,
Your Kingdom come,
Your will be done on Earth,
As it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us,
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For Yours is the Kingdom,
The Power and the Glory,
Forever and ever. AMEN.

There is a wise English Proverb that says: "Birds of feather, flock together."
Let us find a quiet moment with the Lord, and say our personal prayers...

Dear Lord,

We thank You for this brand new day and for all the blessings that You grant to us.
As we renew and refresh our souls in this brand new day, please, teach us a true Brotherhood, a sincere togetherness that, we may tread with a humble heart in daily good positive thoughts and good deeds. Please, lead us and help us with the God´s spirit of wisdom to be present within us in all circumstances. Give us a brave heart and the courage, sweet Lord, to fight all evil greed in this world with eternal love, compassion and a true Brotherhood of mankind in all storms of life. Some people feel abused in their human rights, hound, besieged and harassed by wicked evil ones, as if they were their vulnerable prey. Many are still struggling. Please, dear Lord Jesus Christ, our Savior, put a hedge of protection around us, the helmet and belt of truth and righteousness, and bind all evil against us. Please, give us Your strength and peace that pass all understanding, and the way You and only You alone can give. We desperately need Your help, Lord. God´s will be done in all circumstances, and we are submitting to His will. We trust You, Father with all our hearts. Thank You for everything that You have done for us!! We indeed, feel Your unconditional love embracing our lives with Your loving arms. We serve an awesome God!!
In the Holy Name of Jesus Christ, our precious Lord and Savior, we pray. AMEN.

Friday, June 5, 2009

"Inspirational Reflection 1."

"Inspirational Reflection 1."
When I say,..."I am a Christian," I am whispering that, I was lost. Now, I am found and forgiven by the Lord Jesus Christ, our Savior. So, in other words, I was lost, but I prayed for forgiveness with a humble heart, and the Lord set me free from my sins. Good News: The Lord has a wonderful plan for our lives, and it is freedom in Him.
I believe that God speaks to our hearts, as you listen to Him. Seek, and you´ll find Him. Sometimes, it requires us to pray -the way to communicate with God- and to read His words of wisdom in the Holy Bible. I am excited about learning more of this wonderful experience that I have discovered within my inner self: a marvelous world of poetry, stories and inspirational reflections that, I truly enjoy sharing with others. I believe that God uses instruments to communicate with people in so many different ways. So, open your heart for Jesus, slow down and listen or read inspirational messages that are coming to you. The Lord may knock at the door of your hear. Then, open up and let Jesus come into our life. You may be surprised at what the Lord has to say to you.
"...Brothers and Sisters, fill your minds with whatever is good and true, whatever is pure, whatever is noble and right, whatever is lovely, whatever is honorable and admirable, if anything is excellent or praiseworthy, think about such things. Put them into practice, and God -who gives us peace- will be with you." (Philippians 4:8)

When I grew older, I realized how important that Bible Verse would be to me. We have to train our minds to think upon these positive and peaceful things. God has given us the keys to have a peaceful mind, but we have to be willing to obey it. We must do all we could to protect our minds from destructive habits or evil inputs. We must keep our minds protected, because they could really turn into a battlefield; and the devil works and takes advantage of those vulnerable ones.
One area of refocusing our minds is in the area of our emotions. At times, our minds could become bombarded with anger, fear, frustration, depression or hopelessness. You see, as long as we live in an imperfect world, we shall be faced with these challenges. However, in those dreadful moments or self-doubts, we must decide and focus our attention in what we want to become, either good or bad or nothing at all. We should pray to the Lord for His help at that point. We don´t have to stay and dwell on bad or poor state of minds that hurt us. We should indeed, allow ourselves to change for the better and for our own goodness. We are free to choose from good or wrong with a genuine goodwill. Christ only shows us the right way to go in our lives.
The Bible tells us words of wisdom about these reflections: "A Living Hope." (Peter 1:3-7, 12).
"Let us give thanks to God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!! Because of His mercy, He gave us new life by raising Jesus Christ from death. This fills us with a living hope, and so we look forward to possessing the rich blessings that God keeps for His people. He keeps them for you in Heaven, where they cannot decay or spoil or fade away. They are for you, who through faith are kept safe by God´s power for the salvation which is ready to be revealed at the end of time. Be glad about this, even though it may now be necessary for you to be sad for a while because of the many kinds of trials you suffer. Their purpose is to prove that your faith is genuine. Even gold, which can be destroyed, is tested by fire; and so your faith, which is much more precious than gold, must also be tested, so that it may endure. Then, you will receive praise and glory and honor on the Day when Jesus Christ is revealed."... "God revealed to these prophets that their work was not for their own benefit, but for yours, as they spoke about those things which you have now heard from the messengers for the Lord who announced the Good News by the power of the Holy Spirit sent from Heaven."

In other words, we should allow ourselves to change for the better. You see, no matter what we do, we cannot change the number of hours that are gone in the day. We are unable to stop the time from going. Yet, you have a great impact and power over what goes into those hours, and what comes out from them. So, fill the hours with positive thoughts and positive purposes, and the passing of time will work in your favor. Fill your day with meaning, with creativity, with goodness, joy and love; and each day will leave behind everlasting values for your own world.
Align your efforts more closely with your true purpose, and you´ll find that those efforts quickly become much more effective.
Choose to put more meaning in each moment in your life, and you´ll find a sense of fulfillment in your heart. Begin to fill the world with your own unique beauty, store your awards and go beyond the limits of time. Therefore, your own world will be filled with meaningful and positive actions. Moreover, when conditions change for the worse, there is no need to despair or give up, for you have the ability to find a new starting point, from which you can raise yourself to higher levels of achievement. There is always a way to get where you have chosen to go. Each challenge gives you new ways to ADD VALUE TO YOUR DREAM.
Let us become an example of life to others to follow in the same path of a righteous Christian life.

Let us pray!!...
Dear Lord,
Thank You for this brand new day that You are giving to us, for being with us this day and for the many blessings You grant to us!! We are sorry, sweet Lord, that we have said, thought or done things that were not pleasing You. We may ask You for forgiveness. Grant us Lord, Your strength and peace that pass all understanding, and only You and You alone can give. Give us healings, where there is mental or physical illness. Give us a happy heart to show others our inner wealth. Please, dear Lord, be with us in all circumstances, protect us at all times.
We love You and need You, Almighty Heavenly Father. The Glory is all Yours. We trust You and believe in You, dear Lord Jesus Christ. You are our Savior, our fortress and our rock of salvation. Please, show us the way with the Light of the Holy Spirit.
Lord, give us a joyfull heart, where there is hurting somehow. Grant us Your unconditional love, touch our hearts with Your loving arms and lead us into Eternity, sweet Lord, if that is Your will. God´s will be done. Your Heavenly love will embrace us until the end of time, as You promise. Lord, make us an instrument of Your peace. As we now, come to You with our quiet personal prayers, we ask that You will listen to our needs. Thank You, Lord for being with us at all times!! In Jesus´most precious and Holy Name, we pray. AMEN.

Have you ever thought about this??... So, think about it now!!...
Thank you in advance for sharing with me this day!!
You may share this message with others, if you wish.
God bless!!

Starry Dawn.

"Something about me..."

"Something about me..."
Welcome to a brand new day to one and all!!...
My soul, an expression of virtue, the soothing music of the field, a balm in a raging deep blue sea, and the joy brought by the morning herald, would like to share with you, the good news of this day. We may realize that we are alive because it is God´s will. God loves you, and He has an amazing plan for your life. Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior is waiting for you at the door of your heart. Would you invite Him to come in and take control of your life?...
I am Starry Dawn, a concerned American Christian woman, a loving mother and a proud grandmother. I love my dear family so much. I am a teacher. I used to have wonderful jobs in my life. Now, I write poems, stories, inspirational reflections and other deep expressions of my heart, so that I would let my inner poetical muse go and elevate one´s spirit to another dimension.
In the morning, I walk out of the house to my garden of plants, and pray in the open air gazing at the sky... Absorbing the sunlight, inhaling God´s presence and the beauty of the new day, so I claim the blessings of the incoming hours. I give thanks to God in all circumstances. Then, I come back home and start writing. I write my prayers, my reflections, my poems and stories, and so on... When I do this, I feel God´s presence in a very palpable way. God created me in this way. Writing is my prayer language, my way of communication to the world, and the language of my heart.
I love the Lord Jesus Christ, our Savior with all my heart. He shows me the way in all I do. He is an amazing Lord!! I also love animals, the rhythmical heartbeats of wildlife and our natural environment. These are just the beginning of my point of interests...
Please, take some of your precious time, sit back, relax, enjoy reading and basking in the beauty of poetry, stories and inspirational reflections. May you hear God´s voice in your heart, know His touch in your life, and feel His unconditional love each day. Thanks for the gift of life, Lord!! May the grace and peace of the Lord be with you always.
You may share this message with others, if you wish.
Thank you in advance for sharing with me this day!!
God bless!!


Starry Dawn.

"Sonnets 17 & 18" by Shakespeare.

"Sonnet 17."
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet Heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say "This poet lies,
Such Heavenly touches never touched earthly faces."
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet´s rage
And stretched meter of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme.

Author: William Shakespeare.
"Sonnet 18."

Shall I compare you to a summer´s day?
Your art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer´s lease has all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of Heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature´s changing course, untrimmed;
But the eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair you possess,
Nor shall Death brag the wander in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time you grow.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Author: William Shakespeare.

Thursday, June 4, 2009



Welcome to My Blog: "Thanks for the Gift of Life.”
It is a place where you´ll be able to read my poetry, tales, inspirational reflections,

Christian messages, and other deep expressions of my soul.
I also share some classic poems written by wonderful poets.
I am a freelance writer and poet.

Writing is the language of my heart. 
Poetic inspirations are floating in the depth of my inner spirit.
I share a poem that I´ve written on Mother´s Day for my dear mother

 who dwells in Heaven with the Lord.
Tears are falling while I´m standing in the rain,
Missing her hugs, her caring love,
Feeling that I´ll be going insane.
I´ll be growing older without her love
Until -in Eden- my tears will become a rose.

I´m talking about my sweet mother.
I miss her love, her voice, her ways,
The corner where we used to gather
In Winter days by the fireplace.
Now, there is only silence and a lonely place.

Mom used to sing and tell me tales.
Mother´s day is this day and all days.
In my dreams I call, but there is no answer...
Without her, another day goes by.
I keep calling her name as I dial in the sky.
Her number is written now in Heaven,
I´ve never called to say good-bye.

This angel dove was so gentle, noble and pure.
Mom flew away to Heavenly places afar.
And I´m talking about my mother´s heart.

Author: Starry Dawn.
Thank you in advance for reading!!
God may bless you all!!
Hugs and Blessings,