Creative Writing for the Creator

Each person is different! Each individual person in the world has his or her own views and system of values  (genetics, culture, laws of the country in which one lives, faith, etc), making each of us see reality through different lenses. But the TRUTH (that which ‘is’, in spite of what we may believe or think) never changes, no matter how we may interpret it. Each person may even see reality (right and wrong, real and unreal, legal and illegal, good and evil) according to his or her system of values and individual characteristics, but there is a TRUTH about what exists that is beyond our total comprehension. We do not have all the answers and explanations, but they EXIST! Two things exist, undeniably: the TRUTH and FREE WILL. If each one of us were able to acquire at least a bit of wisdom to deal with our own ignorance of the total TRUTH… And if we were capable of experimenting with our FREE WILL with awareness of the fundamental laws to...

Cada pessoa é diferente! Cada indivíduo no mundo tem sua própria visão, características individuais e seu próprio sistema de valores (genética, cultura, leis do país onde se vive, cren ç a, etc),  que fazem com que cada um de nós veja a realidade com lentes diferentes. Mas a VERDADE ( aquilo que “é”, a despeito do que acreditemos ou pensemos) nunca muda, não importa como a gente a interprete. Cada pessoa pode até ver a realidade (certo e errado, real e irreal, legal e ilegal, bom ou mau) de acordo com seu sistema de valores e características individuais, mas existe uma VERDADE sobre tudo o que existe  que está além de nossa total compreensão. Não temos todas as respostas e explicações, mas elas EXISTEM! Existem, inegavelmente, a VERDADE e o LIVRE-ARB í TRIO. Se cada um de nós for capaz de adquirir um pouquinho que seja de sabedoria para lidar com a sua própria ignorância da VERDADE total... E se formos capazes de experimentar o nosso LIVRE-ARB í TRIO...

Quando eu tinha quatro anos e meio, pedi à minha mãe, que era professora de primeira série primária, para me ensinar a ler e a escrever.  E ela me ensinou. Aprendi a bela língua portuguesa. Daquele momento em diante, tenho me encantado com o mundo dos livros e da escrita. ‘Mas e quanto ao inglês?’, você poderia perguntar. Ah, pois foi também a minha mãe que me ensinou a primeira canção em inglês, no início dos anos 60: “Que será, será, what will be, will be” Eu não seria quem sou hoje se não fosse pela minha mãe. A maior lição que aprendi com ela foi SER FELIZ! Obrigada, mãe , por ser quem você é, e por me ajudar a ser quem eu sou! Você  chorou comigo, mas do que me lembro mais é a sua risada e o seus sorrisos … Atrav és  dos seus olhos eu vi na natureza a cria ção Divina … Você me mostrou um arco-íris se formando de uma gota de óleo numa poça d’água … Avistamos animais nas nuvens, insetos nas árvores, o bonito, o feio e o livre … Através do seu canto e...

At the age of four and a half, I asked my mother, a first-grade teacher in Brazil, to teach me to read and write.  And so she did. I learned the beautiful Portuguese language. From then on, I have delighted in the enchanted world of books and writing. 'But what about English?', you might ask. Well, it was also my mother who taught me the first English song, back in the early 1960s: "Que sera, sera, what will be, will be" I would not be who I am today were it not for my mother. The greatest lesson I have learned from her was TO BE HAPPY! Thank you, mom, for being who you are, and helping me be who I am! You cried with me, but I mostly remember your laugh and your smiles... Through your eyes, I saw God's creation in Nature... You showed me a rainbow forming from a drop of oil in a puddle of water... We spotted animals in clouds, bugs in trees, the cute, the ugly, and the free... Through your singing and your voice, I found myself singing... gr...

In the amazing universe, We may not be the brightest stars, But we have been given the light just right To shine love into others' lives... And even though we are seen from afar Shooting stars or fixed upon the sky No longer do we have to wonder WHO WE ARE: Twinkle-twinkle, little 'star-lights'! Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/FelixMittermeier-4397258/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2675322">FelixMittermeier</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2675322">Pixabay</a>

The Spirit of Things, the things of the Spirit... The blood that moves the body  The blood of Christ that moves the body of the Church Upward, in all directions, inside us, heavenward From the Spirit, in the Body, God in us We are led, moved, alive, forever We, His flawed vessels Outpouring His life, His Spirit, His Word Overflowing with that Love and Peace  which only the Holy Spirit blesses We can smile!!! Ephesians 1:13 And you also were included in Christ when you heard  the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation.  When you believed, you were marked in him with a seal,  the promised   Holy   Spirit , Titus 3:5 He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done,  but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth  and renewal by the   Holy   Spirit , New International Version   (NIV) Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by   Biblica

Morning brought a wave of despair No air to breathe, I'm drowning in this sea of fears Panic attacks my soul, and no one seems to care Castaway with my pain, my screams, my tears   No island in sight, no plane in the sky I kick and scream, try to swim, stay alive I need a lifesaver, a chance to survive   I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ   A new wave of hope takes hold of my soul White sails of salvation begin to unfold You are here, no more fear, I'll survive   I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ   ............................................................... Originally written in 2009