Relentless Love

Relentless Love

I feel your touch

the softness of your hands

that touch my skin.

Once again you proclaim

your love, your everlasting love.

I hear your soft voice

calling my name saying,

how you loved me from the start

that your love comes

from your inner soul.

You've told me you worship me

even my shadow and footsteps.

Your undaunted love continues to grow

Even in the midst of trials and tribulations.

I love you deeply,

From head to toe.

Starbucks House

Starbucks House

The delicious aroma of Starbucks Coffee House

Along the road close to where I work

Is a temptation to my insatiable cravings

Every morning, when I walk by

I couldn't resist my urge

I come in every once in a while

Just to sip a cup of this delicious hot liquid

Oh, I would like it black

No saturation of any kind

I'd take my friends sometimes to this great house.

I treat them with eager smile and proudly say,

"Be my guests today."

Starbucks, how you captured my taste bud

And your taste, so distinct and exquisite.

The Little Boy at the Pew

The Little Boy at the Pew

It was Sunday afternoon at church.

The 5:30 service is about to start

I scrambled for a seat near the altar

I spotted a space next to a boy in denim pants and white shirt,

The boy about six years old is my good guess.

His Mom and brothers seated next to the isle.

I asked him, "May I sit here"?

He retorted, "Yes", with a cherub smile.

In just one word, but very impressive.

We were singing the Lord's Prayer,

I glanced at him, his lips moving

His little hand and mine joined together,

I thanked him for reaching out for mine.

The little boy retorted, "You're welcome".

At the communion, he sipped a little wine

With the bread of life he dined.

This unusual experience, I'll never forget

About the Little Boy at the Pew.

To Be a Painter

To Be a Painter

Michelangelo painted the famous 'Creation' in Sistine Chapel.

Leonardo da Vinci painted Mona Lisa and her famous smile.

Inspirations are what they are

to so many artists who strived for living

Art is art but you can turn art

into money but you can't turn money into art.

Love for art is not love for money.

To be a painter is a gift from God.

That no one could ever steal it from you.

It is specially endowed to you.

To be a painter is a special talent

that God wants you to enjoy

the beauty of the palettes

and the wonder of the brushes.

Truth

Truth

As Shakespeare says, "murder will out."

That's true, sooner or later

the truth will eventually come out,

If you try to hide the truth,

You can't really hide it.

It's there waiting to come out,

It's like smoke from a fire

You can't hide the smoke,

It will come out through the crevices,

No matter how hard you try to cover up.

If you are untruthful to others,

You are also untruthful to yourself.

To be honest with you,

It's always good to be truthful,

And you would be spared from trouble.

Heat Wave

Heat Wave

Mid July, the peak of summer,

The heat so unbearable to endure,

Your skin so sticky and pungent.

In the middle of the day you wonder

If your brain is still activating,

How resilient your brain could be,

In this wave of heat that's never ending.

The heat melts almost everything in the jalopy.

The air conditioner is not working!

The chocolate in your purse...

Wow, it's melting!

Never carry chocolates when heat wave is predicted.

Oh no, your lipstick turns liquid,

It looks like bloody mary mix!

For fairness sake!

Are we battling mother nature,

Or the homosapiens' intelligence?