Huwebes, Agosto 21, 2008
Huwebes, Hunyo 19, 2008
A child's heart
a child's heart is full of love
bearing all the burden
holding on to every promise
even the uncertain..
a child's tears happy or sad
are real from within
the cries come from his soul
brought on by confusion..
a child thinks of only good
no matter what has happened
hold a child close
don't ever let him go
unconditional love
is all he asks for
to ignore that
is to tear at God's core..
a child's heart is full of love
not to bear the burden
but to love life to the fullest
ever so certain..
bearing all the burden
holding on to every promise
even the uncertain..
a child's tears happy or sad
are real from within
the cries come from his soul
brought on by confusion..
a child thinks of only good
no matter what has happened
hold a child close
don't ever let him go
unconditional love
is all he asks for
to ignore that
is to tear at God's core..
a child's heart is full of love
not to bear the burden
but to love life to the fullest
ever so certain..
Linggo, Mayo 4, 2008
Sabado, Marso 29, 2008
Love
...whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.
Sabado, Marso 22, 2008
Making sandcastles
hot sun. salty air. rhythmic waves.
a little boy is on his knees scooping and packing the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket. then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. and, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.
all afternoon he will work. spooning out the moat. packing the walls. bottle tops will be sentries. popsicle sticks will be bridges. a sandcastle will be built.
big city. busy streets. rumbling traffic.
a man is in his office. at his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. he cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.
all his life he will work. formulating the plans. forecasting the future. annuities will be sentries. capital gains will be bridges. an empire will be built.
two builders of two castles. they have much in common. they shape granules into grandeurs. they see nothing and make something. they are diligent and determined. and for both the tide will rise and the end will come.
yet that is where the similarities cease. for the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. watch the boy as the dusk approaches.
as the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. there is no sorrow. no fear. no regret. he knew this would happen. he is not surprised. and when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. he smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.
the grownup, however, is not so wise. as the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. he hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. he blocks the waves from the walls he has made. salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.
"it's my castle," he defies.
the ocean need not respond. both know to whom the sand belongs...
i don't know much about sandcastles. but children do. watch them and learn. go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. when the sun sets and the tides take - applaud. salute the process of life and go home .
a little boy is on his knees scooping and packing the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket. then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. and, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.
all afternoon he will work. spooning out the moat. packing the walls. bottle tops will be sentries. popsicle sticks will be bridges. a sandcastle will be built.
big city. busy streets. rumbling traffic.
a man is in his office. at his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. he cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.
all his life he will work. formulating the plans. forecasting the future. annuities will be sentries. capital gains will be bridges. an empire will be built.
two builders of two castles. they have much in common. they shape granules into grandeurs. they see nothing and make something. they are diligent and determined. and for both the tide will rise and the end will come.
yet that is where the similarities cease. for the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. watch the boy as the dusk approaches.
as the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. there is no sorrow. no fear. no regret. he knew this would happen. he is not surprised. and when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. he smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.
the grownup, however, is not so wise. as the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. he hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. he blocks the waves from the walls he has made. salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.
"it's my castle," he defies.
the ocean need not respond. both know to whom the sand belongs...
i don't know much about sandcastles. but children do. watch them and learn. go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. when the sun sets and the tides take - applaud. salute the process of life and go home .
Linggo, Marso 16, 2008
Never shake a baby
if a baby is shaken with force in a moment of anger, it can lead to a lifetime of effects:
shaking can damage a child's brain.
shaking can cause blindness, paralysis, hearing loss, speech and learning difficulties, problems with memory and attention, mental retardation, or seizures.
shaking can even cause death.
children less than 1 year old are particularly at risk. older children can also be seriously injured if they are shaken violently.
no child, at any age, should be shaken.
shaking can damage a child's brain.
shaking can cause blindness, paralysis, hearing loss, speech and learning difficulties, problems with memory and attention, mental retardation, or seizures.
shaking can even cause death.
children less than 1 year old are particularly at risk. older children can also be seriously injured if they are shaken violently.
no child, at any age, should be shaken.
Huwebes, Marso 6, 2008
Panghele kay Eman
a-b-c-d-e-f-g, h-i-j-k-l-m-n- o-p,
q-r-s-t-u-v, w-x-y & z
now i know my "abc's",
next time won't you sing with me.
bahay kubo kahit munti, ang halaman duon ay sari-sari
singkamas at talong, sigarilyas at mani, sitaw, bataw, patani
kundol, patola, upo't kalabasa at saka meron pa labanos mustasa
sibuyas, kamatis, bawang at luya sa paligid-ligid ay puno ng linga.
leron, leron, sinta, buko ng papaya, dala dala'y buslo sisidlan ng sinta;
pagdating sa dulo'y nabali ang sanga, kapos kapalaran humanap ng iba.
halika na neneng, tayo'y manampalok, dalhin mo ang buslo, sisidlan ng hinog
pagdating sa dulo'y iinda-indayog kumapit ka neneng, baka ka mahulog.
halika na neneng at tayo'y magsimba, at iyong isuot ang baro mo't saya
ang baro mo't sayang pagkaganda-ganda kay ganda ng kulay -- berde, puti, pula.
ako'y ibigin mo, lalaking matapang, ang baril ko'y pito, ang sundang ko'y siyam
ang lalakarin ko'y parte ng dinulang, isang pinggang pansit ang aking kalaban
q-r-s-t-u-v, w-x-y & z
now i know my "abc's",
next time won't you sing with me.
bahay kubo kahit munti, ang halaman duon ay sari-sari
singkamas at talong, sigarilyas at mani, sitaw, bataw, patani
kundol, patola, upo't kalabasa at saka meron pa labanos mustasa
sibuyas, kamatis, bawang at luya sa paligid-ligid ay puno ng linga.
leron, leron, sinta, buko ng papaya, dala dala'y buslo sisidlan ng sinta;
pagdating sa dulo'y nabali ang sanga, kapos kapalaran humanap ng iba.
halika na neneng, tayo'y manampalok, dalhin mo ang buslo, sisidlan ng hinog
pagdating sa dulo'y iinda-indayog kumapit ka neneng, baka ka mahulog.
halika na neneng at tayo'y magsimba, at iyong isuot ang baro mo't saya
ang baro mo't sayang pagkaganda-ganda kay ganda ng kulay -- berde, puti, pula.
ako'y ibigin mo, lalaking matapang, ang baril ko'y pito, ang sundang ko'y siyam
ang lalakarin ko'y parte ng dinulang, isang pinggang pansit ang aking kalaban
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