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Posts Tagged ‘Morning’

[1: 2,000 of 10,000] Wake Up Heart

In Poem on October 26, 2020 at 6:18 AM
Photo by Alex Shutin on Unsplash

I wait for the sun to rise
Behind the tall buildings
Expectantly I know it’s coming
As its rays slowly peeking

I close my eyes to feel
Its light kissing my face
Powerful, warm, unapologetic
Making my heart race peaks

Wake up I say to my heart
Rise up I say to my mind
Laugh with your belly
Breathe life leisurely

I own the day
I choose to love
Om I say
Am worthy, am enough

[1: 1,753 of 10,000] The Sun

In Prayer on July 14, 2016 at 12:00 AM

My bed is next to a window.


Disclaimer: Not my real bed and window. I just picked this from Pinterest.

My current sadness gasped for energy whenever the sun shows up. Oh how I silently pray God bless me, bring sunlight into my heart, and make me feel at peace. No more coffee for me by the way!

I wish that the touch of sunlight on my skin, over my face, is a blessing to wash away my fears, overwhelmed feeling, and sadness. I wish, it is enough to go through the day without guilt, regrets, or missed work commitments. That it vanished my desire to be misled that I no longer have a purpose other than toiling without joy.

God, please help me. I know that you are powerful than the sun, you are present in all, please hear my prayer that I needed you more than I ever needed you in my entire life.

[1: 1,724 of 10,000] Quiet City Street In The Morning

In Journal on June 16, 2016 at 9:33 AM


There is something peaceful walking to a city street that has not fully woken up.

It was two days before Christmas and I’ve landed in Munich for the first time. To explore the city at the dusk of dawn, I’ve walked the almost empty streets until the sun decided to appear and say hello.

I equate peace with the quiet breathing of the city. It’s like a baby that is just about to wake up and it looks absolutely beautiful. The air and few people walking like me give the city a sense of aliveness just right before it is fully alert.

Quiet room gives me a creep, it is almost the same when I am walking to a very quiet and empty street, a danger might be lurking from an intoxicated being, or it’s just the make up story in my head that will eventually gets me to panic and fleet, but over time as I give the place a chance, the creeps turns into wander, and acceptance.