O Dear Victim Soul I Pray


Sharing in Christ's Suffering in Atonement for the Sins of the World

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O Mom, my Dear Victim Soul, I Pray

In God’s Eternal Peace

Find Your Rest;

Ever do I offer my unending love

And cherished memories of you…

In God’s Eternal Kingdom, you are

Surrounded by Angels and Saints;

So now I seek your own

Holy Intercession;

Watch over us here your family

While we still journey as

Earth’s Pilgrims…

With Mary and the Saints

Bring us closer to God in faith

Each day, I pray


Life by the Advantage of Foresight


If I could have the power to predict

A heart that sees... PhotoCredit: Inspirational Christian Blogs

and make things happen as I see

By the advantage of foresight                      

I’d predict my

Life without blight

A life where tears

Means Joy



Not cries of anger

Nor hatred

From this wounded soul chained

by the shackles of sin

Not cries of lament,

anguish nor torment

From an isolated soul

Waging battles that

Leaves the self

Broken, shattered

Even if it

Means a day less

For what is a day

If ruled by wickedness

I’d rather see Tears

Washing away

Each pain

As I make my way

One step closer to the fullness

of Life I am meant to live

in Christ’s Everlasting Home.


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Ode To A Forgotten Past



My sandcastle of broken dreams ...


time was

when I spent

my life in the sand,

where everything

could sink into


for when I look

for traces left


there are none to see…


time was such

it is not worth

a monument

nor a well of

tears nor a canvass

of colors…


whatever it was

that stood upon the sand

all crumbled into pieces

and were washed away

by the rushing waves…


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The Promise of Beijing


My response to Poetry Prompt #17 – Dreamflights

   A thousand songs of supplication

Echo through the marble halls of the Temple

That heaven may bless the vast ancient lands

With bountiful harvest and graces

Its splendor rising in awed reverence

To the blue Beijing skies;

Emperors and subjects alike

Had climbed its royal steps

Fortified with the decay and progress

Of almost six centuries

The Hall of Prayer stands in majestic contrast

To the ideology that now reigns supreme

Yet…deep in the heart of Beijing’s humanity

Lies the fervent hope of love and peace

Ever cried by sages and poets alike…

China is never lost to the world!

I wrote this soon after I had penned my poem, “Shanghai by the Moonlight” – in 2000. Just like my poem on Shanghai, this was inspired by a Beijing postcard, (not this accompanying photo) courtesy of my Chinese student. I also shared this in the same website where I had posted several of my poems – Writing.com where I went by my username Summerblossom, and account name Mayflower(Marichu).

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The Colors of My Mind


This is my post in response to the Daily Post prompt: Frame of Mind – If you could paint your current mood onto a canvas, what would that painting look like? What would it depict?

warm burst of sunshine Yellow,

lay its Golden glow upon

rolling hills of soft Green grass

and swirls of foamy Pink petals

float on White waves whispering my


Then a dash of Lilac lilies here and there

splice with fleeting images

of Blue butterflies –

drops of Silver stones

fill my pocket with

thoughts of You…

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I wrote this poem in December, 2000, and ever since, I have been giving this poem to each and everyone of my students as my lasting token of appreciation for their struggles and progress in learning, and for having been there in my life.

 The plum blossom is full of fragrance

Because it suffers the bitter cold…

The sword is perfectly sharp

Because it goes through the grindstone…

The eagle soars to new heights

Because it is not afraid to fall…

The ocean shore is reached

Because the captain chooses to defy

The cruel waves and violent storms…

The eye is never sad at the sight

Of dark clouds adrift

Because it knows the promises of light.

Thus, it is how you pursue rowing your boats

With vigor to the banks of learning

And scaling the mountains

Even if the way is torturous

You still follow your dreams…

And just like how a mother feels over

Her children’s relentless efforts to learn

Your struggles and pains are also mine

Your sense of fulfillment is my joy, too.

May all your aspirations and hopes come true…

May your happiness be as immense

As the deep eastern sea…

And remember the bright sun

Always rises high

In the east blue sky.

I first shared this online in another website: Writing.com, where I go by the username Summerblossom. I have changed the title of this post – from my original title “A Teacher’s Tribute to Her Dear Students” because I discovered another piece online, in prose, with the same title.