Beyond Beliefs

 

We all have our own reasons

for our beliefs and opinions—

some shaped by personal experiences,

others by principles, values, or upbringing.

While we may not always see eye to eye,

let us choose to respect each other

rather than judge.

In the end, what truly matters is that

our relationships and friendships

are built on love and respect,

not just shared beliefs.

Let's choose to listen.

Let's choose kindness.

Let's choose love.

A pocketful of sunshine and 

Escape to Talaingod

 

From the city's heat, where buildings rise,

We chase the road beneath open skies.

Leaving behind the concrete maze,

For mountain air and misty days.

The tires hum a wandering tune,

As valleys dance beneath the hazy sun at noon.

Rolling hills in emerald hues,

A painter's dream in misty blues.

The cold breeze whispers through the trees,

A lullaby of tranquil ease.

Forest cover, deep and wide,

Cradles us in nature's pride.

Wildflowers bloom, their colors bright,

Scattered like stars in golden light.

Rivers weave through earth so free,

Singing songs of destiny.

Here, where time slows to a sigh,

We breathe, we laugh, we touch the sky.

Talaingod calls -- soft yet strong,

A home in nature, where hearts belong.

Poetry Prompt: 

Sherry's prompt "Landscapes" at What's Going On?

A pocketful of sunshine and 

In My Deepest January

In my deepest January, the cold winds spoke,

Of years that passed, of hearts that broke.

Two decades long, a heavy tide,

A journey walked with pain as guide.

Once, anger burned where love had been,

A storm of questions deep within.

But time, so patient, carved a way,

Through endless nights to light of day.

I could have let the darkness win,

Let bitterness take root within.

Yet here I stand, unchained, unbowed,

A soul at peace, my heart unclouded.

No thirst for vengeance, no rage remains,

Only the grace that soothed my pains.

I found my strength, I learned to rise,

To see the world with softer eyes.

Blessed am I, for love endured,

For wounds have healed, for faith matured.

Injustice came, but did not stay --

It lost its power along the way.

In my deepest January, I stand so free,

Grateful for all that life gave me.

Not bound by loss, nor weighed by scars,

But thriving still, beneath the stars.

Poetry Prompt: 

Sherry's prompt "In Your Deepest January" at What's Going On?

A pocketful of sunshine and