Prompts: Continue, Critical, &Priceless

For those surviving aftermath of Hurricane Harvey and overseas hurricane, I wrote a little something after hearing Coldplay’s Houston #1 on the radio. I just finished it today. This is my third day back home. My area didn’t have any major damages or floods compared to others around here. I thank God for that and will continue to pray for those who have so much to do in order to move on from this.

In this Critcal moment, people have lost mant things. Precious Priceless things. It is also sad to know during this fearful moment, many had to worry about looters. My area, like many, is still under curfew.

As we Continue with the aftermath of Hurricane/Tropical Storm Harvey, please take the time to read my poem. Coldplay wrote a song in Miami, Houston #1. The song inspired this poem. To listen to their song, search online search engines or Youtube.

I used to complain about the sun,

So hot, so blinding.

Rain was something that just happens.

The water so serene;

Plague of death and dismay.

Floods, food shortage, electricity outage,

Loss of homes, loss of lives

All in books, all on news.

Didn’t feel real til I was near.

Opened my eyes;

Opened my heart;

Brain’s on wire;

How can I help?

Treacherous, dangerous,

But never chainless.

As the sun rises,

The water dries,

The memories remain.

Harvey stole materials,

But never the hearts of Texas.

Enemies, friends,

Strangers, acquaintances,

Formed a bond, united as one

Helping those in need.

Damage is done.

But Harvey has not won.

Poetry: Bound

Baby given up with no name;

Until someone took her in- shelter from the storm;

Once nameless, now framed with a name;

Adopted by a family, last name changed;

Growing up, a feeling she never could ignore;

Secrets kept, she never once implore;

Memories lost she couldn’t restore;

Bound lost, lonely, abandoned, hopeless, dazed, and confused;

A house that felt like no home;

A family disconnected;

Betrayed of lies;

But one remained hidden deep inside;

Within her heart, a longing she couldn’t sway;

A face once without a name, named.

Had a home.

Had a family.

Had a life beyond some.

Yet, deep within,

A child once nameless,

Could never separate her from reality;

Deep within, her heart bound by

Lost, lonely, abandoned, hopeless, dazed, and confused.

Prompt: Apology

Sometimes I feel like it is very easy nowadays to say sorry. I wonder if when it’s being said, does the person really mean it or are they just throwing it all around.

Apology used to mean saying sorry and trying to do better. Maybe it’s me, but I feel like I’m stuck in a rerun at times when someone says sorry, yet, still keeps doing what they apologized for. Does that make sense?

My Dad was a neutral man. He never expected any apologies from anyone. If someone did bad to him, he never let it get to him. Or so it seemed. I watched him stand or sit. He’d be meditating. Sometimes he’d use his hands- shaking a finger or gesturing as if he was letting stuff out (I don’t know how to explain it).

I wish I was like that. I started thinking about it two days ago. Why can’t I be like that? He’d always say to not argue. Forgive and forget. But I was too stubborn to do that. He’d also say to tell God everything and leave it at that.

Telling God a list of things done was hard. Writing was easier. But He’s not in front of me. I can’t see him. Sometimes, telling Him it all just feels useless. Like what’s the point?

It’s like when I just talk to someone about my bad day hoping it’ll make me feel better. It helps others. But not me. It doesn’t help me. It feels useless. Useless because talking about does nothing. In the end, I’m left with all the things I told that person unchanged.

Maybe for that minute I can see it helped. Helped forget the anxiety or whatever negative feeling I was in. But when that person walks away and I’m left to stand alone facing upto the thing I dreaded before that seemed less dreadful for a minute, all the dreaded feelings comes bursting into my head and I’m filled with the negatives once again.

I never understood how talking about your feelings or thoughts help. I feel like it’s useless. But at the same time not talking will eat me up from inside. The final result isn’t any better when I’m left knowing I’m right back to where I started after the person leaves.

Apology

Bible Journaling

Who has ever thought of writing in their Bibles? Who has been scolded for it? Well, these days new Bibles are coming out encouraging, calling our creative side out. And no punishment given 😉

This morning, I stopped at Family Christian Store for Bible Journaling. They placed on the table a book with different ways to journal. Some had pictures you could color and others had lines for either drawing or writing on.

This specific store I visited, gave a variety of stickers, no-tear tapes, paint, markers, crayola pencils, etc. After explaining Bible Journaling, they let us roam our creative side. We colored. We talked. Some painted. Some stickered hearts and taped musical notes.

This event was only one hour. But it didn’t feel like one hour passed. After the event, we all sat for a little longer talking. Then, went on our ways.

I liked this event so much and hope Family Christian Store does this frequently. It gave me a chance to meet new people. The manager and one of her employees who led today’s Bible Study were so nice. The manager mentioned a little bit about Family Christian that most people don’t know. She also mentioned her mission trip to Haiti and meeting the children there.

There were only five in our group- a rather small group. But that gave us a chance to talk and express ourselves. A lady that sat beside me, I talked to her before we sat down at the table, she helped me find an Inspired Bible Journaling book. We thought they ran out of those, but she found a few in another area. This same lady also gave me a name to locate online that does Bible Study because I struggle with reading the Bible at times, she thought it would be helpful. I have thought of doing Bible Study. So, that is something I will look into!

So for all those hiding their creative side in their Bibles. Forget all the rules and express yourself! It’s a fun way to relax, meditate, and focus. While doing all three you are also praying, too. It’s like singing, twice you pray! Right? And… you don’t get punished for it 😛

Punishment