Creative Writing for the Creator

Eu relutava em remover esta linda rosa vermelha do meu jardim, onde ela realmente pertence. Infelizmente, minha primeira rosa a florescer desde a última   primavera estava toda curvada, incapaz de suportar o próprio peso após a tempestade da noite passada. Maltratada, não receberia alimento suficiente das raízes e acabaria murchando e morrendo. Tesoura na mão, cortei-a, levei-a para dentro de casa e improvisei um colar cervical com uma vara de grelhar e arame flexível. Mergulhei suavemente sua haste em um frasco de conservas com água fresca. Agora está descansando no parapeito da janela acima da pia da cozinha. Posso vigiá-la de perto, sentir o perfume maravilhoso que suas pétalas rubras ainda oferecem, apesar de sua frágil  condição. Minha rosa imperial vermelha rubi ... precisava de um colar cervical ... precisava de carinho e amor ... efêmera  existência! Existe alguém cuja vida carece de um amoroso e vigilante olhar e de um terno abraço (embora ...

I was reluctant about removing this beautiful red rose from my garden, where it truly belongs. Sadly, my first rose to bloom since last Spring was all hunched over, unable to support its own weight after the previous night’s storm. Battered, it would not receive enough nourishment from its roots and would eventually wither and die. Scissors in hand, I cut it, took it into the house, and improvised a neck brace with a wood grilling stick and twist tie. Then, I gently immersed its stem in a fresh-water-filled canning jar. It is now resting on the windowsill above my kitchen sink. I can closely watch over it, take in the beautiful scent its ruby petals still offer, notwithstanding its frail condition. My ruby red imperial rose… it needed a neck brace… it needed tender loving care… ephemeral existence! There is someone whose life lacks a watchful, loving eye and a tender (albeit virtual) embrace. Could you offer it to someone?  Thus, behold a picture of ...

Se eu pudesse, se Deus me permitisse,  Curaria a todos, corpo e alma: Solidão, tristeza, enfermidades, mágoas! Abraçaria c om esta vibrante emoção  Cada criatura que sofre   E implora a Deus por intercessão Voaria, vertiginosa, acima das nuvens, E alcançaria cada remoto recanto, como os anjos: Curando, bendizendo, sussurrando cantos! De onde vens, emoção? De onde vens, compaixão? Que, tocando-me a alma tão profundamente, Fazem-me desejar o bem dos outros mais do que o meu? Esse desejo benfazejo, essa emoção, é de Deus! Meu coração dói e transborda de amor Meus olhos são rios desse bálsamo divino Pai, Filho, Espírito Santo, Deus Triuno,  Ouvi minhas humildes preces: Tende piedade da Vossa criação Tende misericórdia daqueles que choram E imploram em despedaçada voz Tomai seus corações Ao vento! Soprai! E arrebatai-os vertiginosamente até Vós! .................................... "Louvarei ao Senhor em t...

What beautiful words in this hymn by Getty/Townend! To God be the glory for the hope it brings... In Christ Alone  In Christ alone, my hope is found, He is my light, my strength, my song This Cornerstone, this solid Ground Firm through the fiercest drought and storm. What heights of love, what depths of peace When fears are stilled, when strivings cease My Comforter, my All in All Here in the love of Christ, I stand. In Christ alone! - who took on flesh, The fullness of God in helpless babe. This gift of love and righteousness, Scorned by the ones He came to save Till on that cross as Jesus died, The wrath of God was satisfied For every sin on Him was laid Here in the death of Christ, I live. There in the ground, His body lay, Light of the world by darkness slain: Then bursting forth in glorious day Up from the grave, He rose again And as He stands in victory Sin's curse has lost its grip on me, For I am His and He is mine...

My dearest Emilia Grace Springtime starts today, On your second birthday: What a lovely day! You are my first granddaughter Born of my first-born daughter This heart-math is clear: I love you twice more! I miss your embrace, your smile, Your face, your happy countenance I celebrate your birthday Even from a distance... I pray in Jesus' Name That one day We will see each other again Until that time Vovó loves you Very very much!

All right, here we go again ... Back to my childhood.  And a little about my first school years. Now it's time to register some memories of my childhood after Daddy's death. Kindergarten had not worked for me: it had been a nightmare to be in a strange place, in the presence of strangers, away from home, and, most of all, away from Mom.  My aunt had also lost her husband to a car wreck about three years before Daddy's fatal accident.  My uncle had been a crazy, cheerful man! He was a doctor. I remember when he brought living crabs to his house (they used to live in a house then) to make a crab boil; he let the kids (me and his three daughters) play with the crabs, which were tied to a long stick. It was a terrifying and exciting experience. I loved being around my uncle. But that was pretty much all a three-year-old (me) could remember. After my uncle passed away, my aunt, three cousins, and maternal grandmother moved  to the same apartment building cl...

Continuing on my early childhood memories, I will start with the two people who played significant roles in my story: Mom & Daddy. Daddy was a Frigate Commander in the Brazilian Navy.  I remember the day Mom and I went for a visit to his ship. Daddy came out to meet us on the dock. He picked me up, held Mom's arm, and we walked on a narrow bridge over the water, connecting the pier and the ship. The railings were made of rope, and it felt wobbly. I experienced a mix of fear and excitement but being carried by Daddy's strong arms made me feel completely safe. He was my hero. Daddy's ship: NT Marajó (G-27), an oil tanker.   I remember Mom's voice singing:  "Viva o Sol do céu da nossa terra,  vem surgindo atrás da linda serra!" "Hooray to the sun in the sky of our land,  rising behind the beautiful mountain!"  What a joyful start to a new sunny day! Mom was the epitome of the 50's musical scene era: a song  f...