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.

Glorious May


‘Tis the month of May

And the clouds are gray.

Spring is almost over,

In time, it will be summer.


The rains and showers pour softly

During night and day,

Early in the morning,

Mists cover the valley.


Over the hills and the mountains,

The trees sway and dance in the coldness of  rain.

The shrubs are still verdant green,

The wildflowers are alive once again.


In the meadow, butterflies fly by,

And a gracious hummingbird 

come frolicking before thine eyes!

Glorious is this month of May,

Gracious Lord, we thank You

Day by day!