HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER Kurt and Niece Lynn Marie!

 SOME DAY ✓

Saturday, January 3, 2026
4:24 PM

(By: Karla Marie!)

It's gotta be Sunday
Before it's Monday,
I know that someday
I'll know where I am.

Gonna be someone.
Live free, have fun
Gonna take the keys to heaven
And lock us in.

Listen to upbeat music
And do all I can do
For those who
Are the best,
Get my needed rest.

We are still alive
Each day to thrive,
Live it up!
Give me five!

Better to be known
For what we give,
What we share.
In few words albeit,
Meant to care!

Always expectant

In awe at the day,

We have another blessed 

BIRTHDAY!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOHN

 CAMINO AL MILAGRO 

(THE ROAD TO MIRACLES)

Sunday, July 26, 2026
12:53 PM

(By: Karla, for my son, John on his birth date)

They never said
It would be easy.
Then again need
We make it be so hard?

Listen to my music.
Hear the profoundness
In my soul.
Listen to deep heartbeats,
Then you'll know
What to do,
How to live,
Where to go.

And what's the most,
You'll know to the core
Precisely, who you are.

Each person is a star!

 The life of stars

My sisters, Mary, Alexis, Penny, me and little Ann about 1964.

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!