Finding My Way Home

Abundant was the sky

With clouds pure and white.

Over the hills one eventide,

There I sat and took respite.

The wind was blowing,

Like a flute softly playing.

The trees were dancing,

The leaves went flying.

My eyes began to roam

Far and beyond the horizon.

I turned my head to the west,

The sun commenced to set.

The golden rays of the sun

Looked like an outstretched hand.

Magically it built, a colorful sphere

And a heavenly kingdom!

Darkness descended

And engulfed the valley,

It crept up to the hills

Like specters harrowing over me.

Lost and tormented in the dark,

My heart raced , I could not breathe.

In silence I bowed down to pray,

“Oh, Merciful Father, have pity on me!”

To the heavens, I lifted my head high,

Before my eyes appeared a spectacular sky!

Millions of stars above

Glittered brilliant and bright.

Silver shafts of moonlight,

Illuminated my path.

My heart swelled

With happiness and joy.

He was alongside me,

He never left me alone!

I’m home, I’m home!

Just Another Walk

The moon was full and bright,

That was the past few nights.

It stirred the night owls,

Begged for the moon to hide.

Tonight is a favorable night,

Home I stay, and it’s my delight!

Streaks of clouds across the sky,

Has brought me out and pry!

Took the chance to walk again,

Before these limbs begin giving in!

My eyes could still see,

But it seems that the vision is blurry!

Around the lake of Heritage,

People bike, they walk and run.

Unmindful of their age,

We are just having fun!

The DoorDasher’s Story

One day, my son was telling me how he does delivery of orders on DoorDash in our community. I asked him how much does he make and he said that he gets more from the tips from customers. I told him that if it’s not worth it, he might as well look for another job to cover the gas as well as the wear and tear of the car he uses for delivering orders. Well, couple days later, he mentioned that one of the car’s tire got punctured. We brought the car to the tire shop and ended up getting all 4 tires replaced. To keep him busy this summer, I allowed him to continue ”DoorDashing”. One night he came home laughing and quite jubilant. I wasn’t sure why, but the first thing that came to my mind was that, he might have made more than what he expected, but no! He told me how he delivered an order to this owner of a humongous house and tipped him with unexpected amount. I told him that it’s okay and that’s part of the job. Actually, I heard myself telling him that he should understand that there are many kinds of people. That some people (but not all),  are compassionate, because they know exactly how it feels doing such job. There are some, and again not all, who don’t care, because they have not experienced difficulties in life.

The other day , we were driving by a community just a mile away from the shopping center and restaurants. At a side glance, I could tell that my son was smiling and I asked him, why? He said, “ Do you know that I make a lot of deliveries here?” I said, “Isn’t that good and don’t you like that because you save more gas?” He answered, “ yeah, I do!” Then out of nowhere, I made a statement that there are people who are just so kind and they want to help people who deserve it. It might be that some of the customers can just drive and eat at the restaurants, but out of compassion, they had rather share their blessings to someone like you, so be thankful and at the same time, careful too!

Anyways, he made enough to pay his school parking fee and couple of books he needs this coming fall semester. What is more important is that, he is starting to learn from just another road to life.



Mystical Sound

Each moment as we step,

Walk or climb the road to life,

Know your purpose.

Pay attention to everything,

To what you see, what you feel,

To what you smell and what you hear.

Isn’t it amazing to know that silence is one mystical sound that teaches us lessons in life?

Only when we listen…..

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.