An Elusive...and GOD
I leave to leave a me of me...
with bygone leaves, I may never again see!
Though I long to gather it, as tattered as it may be.
I long to hold an elusive...bubbles it seem like one,
Yet I see none of it, 'cause You make it whole for me.
I come to come, a greeting for Thee, I carry...
My life, I surrender...please open my heart, I beg of Thee!
The doors seem dark, and life, no more I see!
Yet life I have!...and love around, is so many!
Smiling with glee... it is, as it comes to me.
An elusive...and GOD.
I fly some more...
higher and higher as I can be,
yet wings, I have none...only my love for Thee!
How will I travel, how will I climb?
In a long winding path, I seem to foresee,
as You put more and more, in a little vessel of me?
Wrapped in an empty oasis of love?!
how do I worship Thee?
When many sorrow I see, countless
like the sand near the sea.
Yet I love Thee...
So much of me, I give to Thee.
I beseech, please keep on holding me.
Please fill my vessel...I beg of Thee.
Let hope kindle the heart of me.
Until nothing more I see,
for it is me, but only me, for You I offer,
as I let go...an elusive for me.
copyright@Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari
January 12, 2008
Keep Looking Up
Keep Looking Up
Some days are bleak
...some are drear.
Listen to God's voice,
He is very near.
Sometimes it is gray -
no sun shines through.
God is still there, day by day,
Loving, caring...just for you.
There are bound to be sunny times -
when you can really smile.
That is when optimism climbs,
knowing God is with you mile by mile.
Cheer up...just look ahead
beyond this vale of tears.
Eternity beckons - God's Word has said:
'' No more sickness pain nor fears!''
KEEP LOOKING UP...and TRUST!
copyright@Janet Gladys Gosney
A Serenade of Love
A Serenade of Love
I love Thee...Oh, how I love Thee!
My Creator, my LORD...please '' Come unto me."
Longing in my heart embraces Thee,
each moment I wish to flee.
I praise Thee...I will serve Thee,
yet I know not how!
Come guide me, walk with me,
in this journey as vast as the sea.
Why did You bring me here?
In this earth with humanity...
I ask Thee to show me, I know not, who I am.
I beg Thee to show me, when my heart gets blind
and nothing I see.
I wish to fly like an eagle with strong wings,
but wings I have none.
I wish to climb like a deer with strong hinds feet
but hinds feet I have none.
How can I ascend to higher places
in oneness of love with Thee?
Until I find You
in the summit of life...and I ask no more,
who I am!
copyright@Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari
January 18, 2008 4:00 A.M. USA
Goodbye To A Cloud
Goodbye To A Cloud
Goodbye beautiful cloud...
Let the rain of you fall.
Like precious jewel of diamonds from the sky!
Sparkling...such beauty, as you fall.
Falling...singing gently...
A bounty for our hearts, as it calls!
Calling...dancing like geese of danube at night.
So peaceful, in its cradle of might.
Whispering...cascading like crystal water of
majestic waterfall.
So strong in its grandeur.
Oh, how I long to gather it all.
To pour a strength within me, where I have none.
Goodbye beautiful cloud...
Cloud you were, rain you become!
Come unto me...as you water arid lands!
Let The Hand that designed you carry you through,
when you cross equators of life,
as love blooms within you!
And a cloud is clouds no more...
copyright@Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari, USA
January 18, 2006
In Every Ending
In Every Ending
In every ending is a beginning itself.
A thread of life with its length at the end,
breathing its last,
yet giving in, in another spell of time.
As it climbs to a summit of infinity.
In an unknown hand?!
And surrenders itself free!
In every ending is a glimpse of someting new,
born from the womb of a heart...
The Heart of GOD.
In every ending is a beginning itself.
As all breathe in complete surrender
to the wings of love, to the feet of light and to
The life of life in death.
Like how the sun rises...
in every breaking of the dawn,
only to set again, after a time...
To let the moon rise from its slumber of sleep and rest,
up in the constellation so high!
Ah!...how vast is the universe!
A panorama of endless births!
In every ending is a beginning itself.
A continuity of life!
As everything perpetuate and multiply,
in its own time, In His Time.
In the spell of its vessels, hidden behind
eternity's time!
In the beauty of rebirths in springtime....
In the solace of rest in autumn...
In the warmth of sunrise in summer...
In the cold wind of frigid air in winter...
In every ending is a beginning,
As all hands clap to thank
The Divine.
In every ending is a beginning.
Rebirths...
As the plumage of warm feathers of love
wrap every life given by
The Divine Hand.
copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari
'Til My Feet Dance Again
'Til My Feet Dance Again
Farewell, farewell...
I will come back and
ride in the wings of GOD's time.
Until my feet dance again
and my heart sings once more, with my soul...
with life, all my life with the other self of me, my love!
Farewell...a page is flipped, but the book is not closed.
Many pages will be written some more
and be read to the infinite of times, for the infinite of times
with the infinite of GOD who created me.
copyright@Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari, USA
January 18, 2008
An Arrow To The Sky...
An Arrow To The Sky...
I shot an arrow to the sky
and asked GOD where it will be...
When in the clouds, it went nowhere for me to see.
Somewhere it ascend, as high as it can be.
It flew so high, in a distance,
millions and millions of miles away from me.
My eyes no more can see!
Yet my heart seems to know, where it will be...
As I ask GOD to bring it where it should be.
copyright@Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari
[THE FOUNDER, THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS]
[July 19, 2006, IN THE YEAR OF THE L O R D]
January 18, 2008, 4:00 A.M. USA,
My Departure For My Homeland, PHILIPPINES
Moon Mountain
Moon Mountain
Once upon a moonlit night--
not so awfully long ago,
we joined in Oneness on a hilltop
revealing shadows just below.
Time pressed us not to tarry--
thus, to valley we did roam.
With hilltop far behind us;
the quest to find our way alone.
From misty haze along rock-bottom
the vision has grown dim;
trusting separate paths before us,
Hope wanes To Be again.
Through turmoil we now stagger
in mud, marsh and mire;
scraggily rocks beneath our footsteps
leave us bruised, bent and tired.
Taunting dust storms circle 'round us
obscuring paths we long to find;
piercing echoes through the canyon
christen us deaf, dumb and blind.
For strength we must turn inward--
to inner sanctums biding still,
for wordless understanding
of days spent upon the hill.
Familiar strains beckon onward
'til journeys find their end,
with the promise of fulfillment awaiting there on
Moon Mountain.
copyright@Rebecca "Saijin" S. Jack, USA
December 18, 2006
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Every Sunshine Each Sunrise
LOVINGLY DEDICATED TO:
WINDOW 39
RET. MAJOR GENERAL CHARLES R. BOND JR.
with all my love.
AUTHOR:
A FLYING TIGER'S DIARY
A Book about volunteer American Pilots:
FLYING TIGERS
CHINA, WORLD WAR 11
Every Sunshine Each Sunrise
Every sunshine each sunrise,
Is A Touch of His Hands,
The Master of all nature's art and life.
We see, its glowing beauty and
A burning hope of light...
As it opens wide, all doors of life!
Every sunshine each sunrise,
Is a gift of beauty, not only of life.
For every sunrise carries a torch, so bright;
To guide all in their plights.
Every sunshine each sunrise,
Brings a new day,
A joyful day, we all have to start with.
The light of hope...
The star of dreams...
The joy of life...
A thanksgiving of many blessings!
A praise, for GOD for His Endless Mercy and Love.
The flame of love, guided by Him above!
A celebration of life and love.
Every sunshine each sunrise,
Is a gift of new beginning, we all have to see.
As it showers light full of vision, of a future we have,
In a shore of life's sea.
We forget and leave behind;
Lost love, lost lives and happiness that flee.
Each has a purpose,
In His Time and in His Way...
We question not, of Thee!
Every sunshine each sunrise,
Showers a vessel of hope and joy;
We all, have to welcome, with open ' hearts bourne.'
For within each sunrise every sunshine is
A lamp so light
illuminating our soul.
In its path, with serenity of,
His Perpetual Love, for all -
Always endless and bountifully full.
Take time to love...
Take time to cry...
Take time to grow...
Take time to heal...
Leave all your burdens to Him, that carry you!
All the blemish of our journey, will resurrect to,
Peace and Beauty.
For you, for me, and for all others;
Whose hearts, seem so caged and unfree!
copyright@Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari
February 21, 2007
In The Year of The LORD
Oh!...How Beautiful
Oh!...How Beautiful
Oh!...How beautiful is the morning, my LORD.
I thank Thee for the life that You gave me,
my journey to this world.
How could I ever thank Thee
for such beauty nobody can afford!
Serene clouds embraces the universe,
our single roof in the sky...
As dawn awakes with enchanting auroras
in full bloom, so high up high!
A beginning of new day for us to take.
The bird's choir, our orchestra in the air!
Their melodious call notes bringing solace
like a circus so fair...so juvilant in the air!
Oh, what a treasure and beauty, always joyfully fair!
My LORD, my LORD, I feel many dancing
in the vouy of the air.
Each sunrise brings hope and life
as each soul arise.
Arise beautiful souls, your Maker brought you here,
to live life so full and blessed.
Search for its meaning, as you walk with life.
Until you find a purpose why we are all here...
Offer it to the LORD and let humanity hear!
copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari
WINDOW 13
Who Would I Be?
If I can change the things about me,
Which are standing on my way.
Work through and not around them,
Who would I be?
Come that day.
Do I hold a vision strong enough
To not stray from the path?
Can I focus long and hard enough,
To find my way at last?
Everything that I had been given:
Both the blessings and the curse-
Are the things I need utilize,
While sojourning upon earth.
I will not believe, it is impossible to succeed
In this great task, for
The One who has all wisdom,
Sent me here and bade me ask.
And so my soul on bended knee,
Shall bow before Thy Throne,
And plead for strength and wisdom,
To find my way back home.
And thus while on my pilgrimage
In quiet thought and prayer,
I will feel the spirit's presence,
Telling me I am traveling there.
That line on line I am remembering,
And knowing who I am and
Who it is I will one day be...
For now , He holds me in His Hands.
If I can keep a humble heart and
My soul devoid of walls,
He will lead me through the valleys here,
Then on to streets of gold.
With faith I will conquer foes within.
His Grace, protects my way.
His Love, will bind my sorrows.
His Living Water , feed my days.
" You are not your own "
He once said,
" I bought for A Price,
You are My daughter, My own dear child-
I will lead you to My side."
copyright@Rebecca "Saijin" S. Jack
WWW.TELLINGTOUCH.COM
My Master's Sunset
My Master's Sunset
When I am gone and I am cold,
weep not for me and dry those tears, it is
My Master's Sunset
and welcome, indeed!
I now leave you, all my beloved,
My Master's Sunset
is now upon me, with open arms and open heart.
My Master is here, to touch me,
to embrace me and to lift me.
My Master's Sunset
is now at hand, yes, I am sad and melancholy,
in a pensive mood too,
but I weep not because
My Master's Sunset
is galloping, and taking me to a distant shore,
where sadness is of no avail.
At last, I am with
My Master's Sunset.
Face to face and my longing to join Him,
is no stopping, no regrets, and no dismay.
So grieve not my children and my beloved,
my world of laughter is just beginning,
with cheers and unceasing melody.
And an unending joy, because I am now here, and
The Master's Sunset
is here to stay!
copyright@Charito S. Capiral-Benipayo
EVERY BREATHE OF LIFE
THAT IS BORN AND UNBORN,
IS A GIFT FROM
GOD.
EACH AND EVERY PURPOSE
IS DESIGNED BY HIM ALONE,
IN A CLOCK OF TIME
WHERE ONLY HIM RUNS ITS SPEED.
EVERY END IS TO BRING EACH ONE
CLOSER AND CLOSER TO HIM EVERYDAY.
EVERY BEGINNING IS TO ALLOW US
TO JOURNEY WITH LOVE.
Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari
Love's Fountain...As The Deer Panteth
In sorrow, all day my heart dwell.
As I face an unseen task, laid on my shoulder.
For along the road, are many stones of multitude.
How can my heart tell??
All by myself, a cross I carry,
In my love for Thee, my LORD, I try not to tarry!
Yet so weak am I, as fragile as I can be.
I climb some more and some more...
To reach a summit, where I will find You, and there I saw
A Love's Fountain and Dreams from You,
so I fear no more!
And I hear the deer panteth in the wilderness...
As my heart sings and hears its echo!
copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari,
May 16, 2008, FRIDAY, PHILIPPINES
DEDICATED TO
GOD,
WHO ALLOWS ME
TO JOURNEY IN THIS WORLD.
TO THE VISION OF THE FOUNDERSHIP
OF
THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS
AND ITS BELOVED FOUNDERS.
TO MY BELOVED MENTORS, HELEN VARNEY, PAPA JOHN HENRY 111.
TO MY BELOVED MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, LUISA,
AND BELOVED GRANDAUNT, ROSENDA.
TO THE FAMILY THAT BRED ME AND MY HERITAGE.
TO THE BEAUTIFUL MINDS THAT CROSS MY PATH,
EDIE GOLDBERG BLAUGUND AND HER PARENTS,
BRITISH AIR FORCE PILOT, WW 11, NORMAN WIGHT.
TO MY BELOVED HUSBAND, WAHEED.
TO MY BELOVED FATHER-IN-LAW, SAFRAZ.
A MEMORIAL TO THE DAY OF MY DEATH.
A SONG OF THE MOON
A SALUTE TO MANY NEW DAWNS
A SONG FOR GOD...IN YOUR WINGS OF TIME
" SUNSET MOMENT "
International Photographer
Charles Pfeil
WWW.ARROWPHOTOS.COM
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