Wonderful Edifice

Magnificent is the edifice,

How stunning and aesthetic!

Rising upright like a king,

Amidst countless buildings.

Multitudes from all over the world,

Pilgrims of numerous sect,

People of different colors,

They all come to witness

Some great towers or an edifice.

Marvelous and wonderful,

Humongous and gigantic!

Precious and exorbitantly built,

Inside, so intricate!

Not that I have gone

To Paris, to London or to Rome

Where magnificent towers,

Palaces or cathedrals stand.

I wonder how it feels

Up close a famous palace,

Tower, cathedral or great edifice,

But I am more amazed

By the imagination and intellect

Of humans who built these.

Unbelievable so it seems

That carpenters and builders

Who’s sweat and blood dripped,

And foremost have lost their lives,

Have long been forgotten

And worse, unbeknownst to one.

Verily, when I get the chance

To visit an edifice known to everyone,

That it is greater to remember

The great souls of those

Who built the famous structure.

My Deed of the Day

One day after having visited the Mission of San Juan Capistrano, we drove down I-5 south, took highway 76 then took I-15 then 215 north going back home. It was quite exhausting, considering the heavy traffic in the afternoon. As we got near the house at about half past 7 in the evening, I felt a longing to walk around the park in our community. I stopped the car and told my son to just continue the drive home. As I was walking along the path around the lake, something was telling me to walk back when I was just halfway through around the lake. Not ignoring the voice, I turned around and saw this old man driving his golf car and few seconds later, his car tipped off and this poor old man fell on the ground. That sent me to sprint to help him get up. Thank goodness, he was not badly hurt, and thankfully too, an old couple came to the rescue.

With that encounter, I realized that sometimes we have to listen to our inner voice to fulfill what we are bound to do. That was my deed of that day, I believe!

No picture was taken, but a poem is written:

After a long and tiring drive,

Down the freeways and

Highways past five,

It was good to be home,

Safe and sound all day long.

Along the road near dark,

An inner voice told me to park.

I turned off the engine,

Then down I walked around the park.

Halfway along the serpentine path,

A voice told me to go back.

I turned around and walked back,

And saw an old man fell from his golf cart.

I ran as fast as as I could,

To help this old man from the hood.

Thankfully he stood, with the help of

An Old couple with hearts of gold!

Fleeting Hues

The enchanting beauty that fleets day by day,

The bright, calm and the dim hues fade away.

The beautiful diaphanous drapes laid far up above,

The ethereal spectrum that thine eyes love!

When the Sun Sets

The infinite sky

Swept in blue,

Mingled with yellow.

Orange blaze

Far in the horizon,

The sun sets in the west.

Grasses dance ,

They wave goodbye,

As the sun hides

To welcome the night.