THE JOURNEY.

THE JOURNEY.

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.

If you wish, you can take a look at the older posts in my blogs. The Links are:

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http://www.theexistenceofournaturalenvironment.blogspot.com

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.

"THE ORPHAN."

THE ORPHAN.

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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"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.

JESUS IS THE ONLY FORM OF SALVATION.

Author: Starry Dawn.

"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 write...

"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.

BIRDS ARE SYMBOLS OF FREEDOM.

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.

THE ANDES MOUNTAINS:

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.

BIRDS ARE SYMBOLS OF FREEDOM.

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.

"MY LIGHTHOUSE AT SEA."

"MY LIGHTHOUSE AT SEA."

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...
BE ON THE ALERT...
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.
FAITH IS THE VICTORY!!
Some meditation by Starry Dawn.