Merry2021
from Emon, Denielle,
Ryah, and Rafa
TO BEGIN WITH
May your hand be full for always, if only with another hand. May your heart be empty only long enough to give you cause to fill it up again.
Cheers to everything that touched us all year long --- friends newly met, old friends here and there, and old friends gone but still remembered.
A very happy new year to all and may at least one of your dreams come true this year.
Sleep warm and wake up to the New Year smiling. God loves you!
Raymund's Random Thoughts
Now comes another year, another chance to say thank you to old friends for staying close no matter what…
Looking backward helps us to go forward with a sense of purpose.
Now comes another year, another chance to say thank you to old friends for staying close no matter what…
Looking backward helps us to go forward with a sense of purpose.
There will always be another opportunity. For God is a God of second chances.
Poem of the week
WE’RE PASSING THROUGH
Poem of the week
WE’RE PASSING THROUGH
by Emon
We’re passing the signs
the seasons
and the signposts
at such speed
that pausing to reflect
on where and which
direction to go
and what does it mean
grows harder and harder
year by year.
But what I do know
is that your God and mine
daily watches over
expecting us to listen
and to care about each other.
Across the fields and mountains
beyond the highways and byways,
as Jose Mari Chan sings it,
and to each sea and ocean,
I also sing to you,
reach out to you,
hoping that each new day
in the year just starting
and all those days
in the years ahead
will be full of love and reason,
like the years before.
We’re passing through this
fleeting street called Life and
no matter how bumpy
each road gets,
I want no one else to walk
it through than
with you.
(December 2008)
AND FINALLY
Saying hello to the new year after bidding the old one goodbye is one of our most sentimental traditions… I hope each of you had a productive 2020 despite the lockdowns, and that tomorrow will be the start of an even better, happy, healthy, twelve-month span. God bless you all.
We’re passing the signs
the seasons
and the signposts
at such speed
that pausing to reflect
on where and which
direction to go
and what does it mean
grows harder and harder
year by year.
But what I do know
is that your God and mine
daily watches over
expecting us to listen
and to care about each other.
Across the fields and mountains
beyond the highways and byways,
as Jose Mari Chan sings it,
and to each sea and ocean,
I also sing to you,
reach out to you,
hoping that each new day
in the year just starting
and all those days
in the years ahead
will be full of love and reason,
like the years before.
We’re passing through this
fleeting street called Life and
no matter how bumpy
each road gets,
I want no one else to walk
it through than
with you.
(December 2008)
AND FINALLY
Saying hello to the new year after bidding the old one goodbye is one of our most sentimental traditions… I hope each of you had a productive 2020 despite the lockdowns, and that tomorrow will be the start of an even better, happy, healthy, twelve-month span. God bless you all.
Thanks for stopping by - see you next week.
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