Tag: spiritual growth

Angelic Tears

When an angel cries,
raindrops hit a village,
frustrations and sighs,
transform into privilege.

Nurturing the land,
allowing full bloom,
warm sunlight expands
full bright rainbow hues.

When an angel cries,
tears fall upon steeples,
blessings flutter high,
guiding aimless people.

Prayers touch the sky,
caressing the stars.
Wipes sadness from eyes,
removing old scars.

When an angel cries,
showers drench the jungle.
For each tree that dies,
and for natures struggles.

Agonizing tears,
not meant to destroy.
At times carry cheers,
along with great joy.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Inner Strength

An aura that is dignified
with all actions solidified.
All tears that fall are crystalized,
leaving onlookers mystified.

A presence that is whimsical,
Beyond anything physical.
Perplexing the most cynical
An ever growing miracle.

Swallow it whole, feel it inside,
filling heart up with inner pride.
Smile becomes wide, walk with a stride,
twinkling glow that can not hide.

All questions asked, hear a reply,
great sense of wisdom within eyes.
Forming a whole from distinct sides,
anchors all fall, true self floats high.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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Merger

Light and darkness
in a dance,
feeling sweetness
in romance.
Putting harshness
in a trance,
removes distress
from their stance.

Light and darkness
intertwine,
bringing balance
by design.
Paint the canvas
gray defined.
Softened hardness
made divine.

Light and darkness
merge as one,
without protest
all have won.
Steady progress
has begun,
shining brightness
like the sun.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Infinite Presence

What do you see? In you and me.
Quick reflections, that set views free.
Complex judgements, simple tests?
satisfy thirst, eyes deserve rest.

Capture great pain, extend both hands,
speak wiser truths, appease commands.
Forget my name, all that I am,
cry on weak knees shout stale demands.

Infinite light, flows forever,
guides stubborn will, through endeavors.
Teach to let go, hearts and dreams fly.
Glued together, flutter so high.

Wise eyes that see sorrows, will cry,
regain pure faith life grants new tries.
Climb great ladders, way past the sky,
increase wisdom as days spill by.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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United Paths

So funny to see 
all judgments that hide,
through false honesty,
expressed in the eyes.

Living the same tale.
playing unique roles,
Both male and female,
mirror every soul.

Some aggressively,
others peacefully,
Some destructively,
others gracefully.

Each being is sketched,
to follow routines,
then molded perfect,
to feed the machine.

Playing in a scheme
designed for a fall,
holding a clear dream
as blessings for all.

Held expectations,
no limitations.
Great aspirations,
create sensations.

Thoughts swim in the mind,
hopes live in each hand.
assist and define,
try to understand.

A plot with great twists
lead lifetimes we live,
learning to exist
and ways to forgive.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Inner Presence

Flying my kite,
searching for insight,
stars shining bright,
twinkling a goodnight.

Hopes touch the sky,
eyes instantly cry,
tears flutter high,
become butterflies.

Glow in the dark,
igniting slight sparks,
leaving a mark,
new wonders embark.

Love fills the air,
removing all cares,
life is now fair,
light presence is there!

Extend both hands,
as knowledge expands,
a masterplan,
my mind understands!

Never alone,
consistently shown,
a loving zone,
flows way past my bones.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Drawing

A sip of coffee with sweet foam
brings me to my childhood home.
Scents and flavors interweave
playful thoughts kept me naive.

Mystical nights on the phone,
magical days of unknowns,
chose pretend and make-believe,
painted world my eyes conceived.

A gulp of water twist of lime,
brings me back to present times,
offering all I can give,
forming the life I will live.

Obtain all the goals I crave,
heartbeats strong, feeling so brave,
knowing all actions I see,
are directed back to me.

A guzzle of pure love and light
transports me to a bright sight.
Sparkles twinkle on my face,
formless body kissed with grace.

All good things will follow through,
build the stories pick and choose,
ask a question, build a view,
then examine what I drew.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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