Tag: spirituality

My wish for you

May raindrops wash away your tears,
as moonlit skies absorb your fears.

May happiness fill up your heart,
as sorrowed thoughts quickly depart.

May your eyes always find the truth,
as passing days bring gifts of youth.

May judgments slip so you stand tall,
as angel wings capture your falls.

May sweetened words cover your ears,
as kindness guides stories you hear.

May lessons gained keep your brain smart,
as joyful times enhance your art.

May every heart you meet be true,
as sincere flows always find you.

May only friends answer your calls,
as life becomes your greatest ball.

May obstacles instantly clear,
as peaceful waves fill up your years.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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Reflect

Make me a lighthouse
that brightens all paths.
Make me a beacon,
igniting a flash.

Fill me with a beam
held within my eyes.
Fill me with wisdom
as my words comprise.

Stars are my siblings,
that twinkle with thoughts.
Shining light brightly,
so nights are adorned.

Mold me like the sun
that gleams everyday.
Mold me like the sea,
with powerful waves.

Leave me as I am,
my soul always clear.
Leave me self assured
with your presence here.


– Grace Y. Estevez

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Angel

Composed of white light,
guardian of my dreams.
Protecting my nights,
while calming my screams.
Owner of my heart,
with abilities
to create fine art,
reliving each scene.

He whines back the hour
in any wound clock,
then proves his powers,
destroying all locks.
To fix it again,
all effortlessly,
while clicking a pen
so consistently.

Teaches me to paint
a transparent smile,
releasing restraints
with genuine style.
He wears many wounds
from battles with life,
resembles the moon,
builds towers from strife.

Together we climb,
he sews me some wings
with silk thread and vines,
close our eyes and fling.
I learn how to fly,
secure by his side,
floating past the sky,
he cures me inside.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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Own

Life is my fast horse,
I crackle the whip.
As it gallops by,
I feel the fresh wind.

Closing tired eyes,
my mouth running dry,
quench thirst with one bite,
feel my spirit rise.

Enjoying the ride,
no need to steer it.
My soul as the guide,
our path is now lit.

Inner passion writes
my infinite tale.
Creating a life,
while raising the sail.


– Grace Y. Estevez





5

Remembrance

A glowing spark
fills up the air.
I see your light
in every stare.

Presence exudes
a stardust hue.
Droplets of you
create my view.

I search above
fluorescent stars,
to feel your wink
when you are far.

I see your smile
light up the sky.
A mystic ache
swells up my eyes.

A deep sorrow
stands in my throat.
You are now gone
I hold your coat.

Shadow my thoughts
I feel you near.
Never alone
this day each year.

– Grace Y. Estevez









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Love

A platypus fell deep in love,
with a fierce hawk flying above.
One day they met, a friendship set,
their heartbeats formed a great duet.

The platypus was known as Jane,
her beloved hawk was once named Shane.
They played each day, under sun rays,
enjoying laughs when skies turned grey.

As Jane exposed the love she felt,
Shane loved her too and promptly knelt.
Followed their hearts, right from the start,
they vowed to never be apart.

Some differences soon came to light,
Jane felt inadequate at sight.
She could not fly, lacking hawk eyes,
inside feeling her worth had died.

Loud silence made Shane feel uptight,
he knew that something was not right.
He went for flights, promptly each night,
searching for ways to make Jane bright.

A new idea soon came to him,
to find out why Jane had turned dim.
He talked to her, nuzzled her fur
said they should become what they were.

Jane soon explained what she believed,
he smiled at her feeling relieved.
“Do not feel shame, my life you changed,
enhancing it in unique ways.“

The couple soon went back to peace,
as everyday their love increased.
Though not the same, they are twin flames,
eternal love they both proclaimed.

– Grace Y. Estevez


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Judgments

People think I am crazy,
I think they are all lazy.
Too lazy to see,
life can be care free.

People think I am crazy,
I think they are all lazy.
Too lazy to know,
this world is a show.

People think I am crazy,
I think they are all lazy.
Too lazy to fight,
what they fear inside.

People think I am crazy,
I think they are all lazy.
Too lazy for truth,
still expecting proof.

People think I am crazy,
I think they are all lazy.
Too lazy to find,
what ignites their mind.

People think I am crazy,
I think they are all lazy.
Too lazy to be,
anything like me.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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A Flower

The coldest of winter,
a flower had bloomed.
Quivered and shivered,
awaiting her doom.

A voice from inside,
whispered in her ear.
“Reasons you will find,
for why you are here.”

Hope warmed her inside,
kept her standing tall.
The weight of the snow,
had taken a fall.

A bee came along,
offered some advice.
“Let go of your strength,
you will not survive.
It is too late for you,
you were due last spring,
your kind was all here,
your seed did not give.”

Flower simply nodded
then swiftly responded,
“I am here right now,
my life has a reason,
I will not give up ,
no matter the season,
I would not be here,
without a great purpose,
my life is a gift,
and never a burden.”

Along came a man,
with tears in his eyes,
his love was now fractured,
and said her good byes.
An honest mistake,
had made him so sorry,
he simply forgot,
their anniversary.
Turning to his left,
he noticed a flower,
felt better quite soon,
knowing it had power.
He held it with care,
and gave it a home,
then won back his love,
while claiming his throne.

Next to the window,
her vase set up high.
Objective fulfilled,
flower smiled with pride.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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