a poem by


Never wonder how it will be,
the future lies as vast as the sea.
Never wonder how will be tomorrow,
filled with joy or with sorrow.
Life is a bed of thorns and roses-
Remember, it’s only God, who disposes.

Today is always a new beginning,
wake up to hear the birds singing.
Always be firm – never fear,
whenever sorrows are near.
For sorrows are like the dark night,
which fade away at the sight of light.
So rise – rise – rise to the realm,
for today only is a REALITY, and tomorrow a DREAM.