Each person is a star!

 The life of stars

My sisters, Mary, Alexis, Penny, me and little Ann.

Monday, July 20, 2026
3:18 PM

(By: Karla, especially for my sister, Alexis, who I know is having a tough time. And a very happy birthday to my sister, Penny, whose birthday is July 24th)

The world is full of heartbreak,
Don't let your heart be broke.
With age the heart knows
A deeper way to look...

To make sense
Of dark skies,
The eternal life of stars,
And even hurt, but not wars.

Only youth remains unaware
Of the deep heartbreak
Only age can bare...

There is ageless, timeless
Comfort
in a healthy soul!

Un poema-cancion para días lluviosos!

 TEMPESTAD

Tuesday, June 30, 2026
12:23 PM

Marcos 4:35-5:43

(Cancion por Karla)

Bis:
Quien es el
que duerme en la barca,
En medio de esta tempestad?

Maestro, me te importa
Que nos ahogamos?
Llama la calma,
El silencio.
Relax, relax.

Bis:
Calma en la tempestad
Silencio en el tumulto,
Calma en la tempestad,
Relax, relax.

Quien somos
Quienes sueñan despiertos
En medio del dolor y
Tantas penas.
Que podemos ofrecer
Al mundo sufriendo?

Bendiciones,
Un nuevo día e esperanza.

Bis:

Lluvia, de bendiciones,
Revelaciones a los pequeños,
Los que escuchan más allá
De las tormentas o la tempestad,

Quienes escuchan con Fe
La bendición de Dios.

Parables, queries and homographs!

 QUARRY

Friday, July 10, 2026

4:12 PM

(By: Karla)

It was thought in past days
That crafty birds
Followed the wolves
To the strong scent of the prey.

No, no they were aware
Of the places where
The wolves had previously hunted
So they advanced first
To get there share.

Crafty birds, what can we learn
About the body that feeds all?
The prey, the downtrodden,
The weak, victim, target, mark,
All those who fall...

Those who hear the birds
As they close in,
As they squawk and call.

Leaving the legacy of the dead.

Crafty birds, what can we learn
About the quarry that feeds all?

Prey, pray hahaha!

 PRAY

Sunday, July 5, 2026
7:57 PM

(By: Karla, feeling that our prayers are being answered!!)

There is a plan!
Like a flash of light
Through the sky.
Like scavenger birds
Advancing on the prey.
A thief in the night.
Radiance at dawn so bright.

A prayer that has been heard,
Amidst the storms
Of skies dark and blurred.

The gentle yoke pulls on,
Midste the howling wind
As the plan begins,
As the universe spins,
And spins.

A gentle breeze
Leads us on,
Fire-y tongues speak of love,
Oil- like odors, thirst
Call us forth...

To the sacristry.
Adoration.
Blessings.

The birds' intuition
Prospers and flourishes.
They gather.
They gather.

We can only wonder
How they can know...

Where the body is!

ENJOY YOUR DAY 💟!

 TENURE

Sunday, July 5, 2026
8:19 AM

(By: Karla, for Christian Lema)

When I was 40
My Aunt Regina wrote a poem
About being 80, or maybe 84,
Doubling my score.

There was a lady
In church one day
Who had her 84th too
While I was still 48,
Made me feel so new.

When I turned 38
I joked to stay that age
And not add on any more.

Then my daughter
Turned that age
And I laughed
At what time was for.

The best age of course
Was that at 38
And I wondered how 48
Got even better.

Surely, it's a great surprise,
The years go by
And practice and wisdom
Makes each term even better!

There's something said
In aging well
I feel eternity here within,
Something special
Only the aged can tell!

Hahaha! Have a good day!

 See...ds!!!

Friday, July 3, 2026
7:53 AM

(By: Karla)

I tossed some seeds
In the empty lot next door,
Threw some pumpkin seeds,
And later threw some more.

In autumn we began to see
Some leaves and flowers...
Then grew the delicious food
That would be ours.

So the hope is that
All my efforts and poetry
Can match or even surpass
the surging forth of seeds
Or even a faithful Rosary!

I hope you know I twist my head to the limits to think of these poems!

 PEQUEÑO TESIS...

Wednesday, July 1, 2026
9:17 AM

EL CUERVO

(By: Karla, For Walk In and Cuerva, hahaha)

      ("Black bird singing in the dead of night".  

                      By: The Beatles.)

Oh, see the Raven,
Alongside the corpse.

Surely it's right before thee.
Is it true death sets us free?

That bird is a wily creature.
It can revive the most able teacher...
And illuminate the pious preacher.

Prey, let it lead us on
To an advanced destination...
Watching diligently
Where it goes.
Apprised at all it knows.

This is art, strategic edifice.
Often seems quite so treacherous.
It's a humongous bird
That proficiently sings.
Symbolizes transformation,
Divine messages, and such things!

It walks between heaven
And Earth,
Proclaiming and singing
Of rebirth!