Fragile as a flower, strong as an oak
Gentle like the wind, scorching like a storm
Calming as a river, punishing like the tide
Rest on her wings, be shaped on her side

She delights on my joys; she understands all my fears
Patient to my stumbling but wary on my wounds
The sturdy wall of my defenses, she’s the knight to my kingdom
The source of my dreams, my hopes and my freedom

Herself is the least of her priorities; her welfare is the last
As long as I am happy, and living the life that I want
She’d rather go against riches, as long as I’m fine
She’d shiver in the rain to give me the warmth of sunshine

She cries on my trespasses, but forgives me nevertheless
She sometimes hurts on what I utter, but always forgets
Her embrace is what I get when I push her away
She’ll offer a safe haven though I refuse to stay

Care that cannot be exhausted,
Love that is pure and unpaired
You’re the greatest treasure, in this Earth I could find
You’re my mom, you’re my whole…
You’re my life

I just came from a choir practice with the Stella Maris Chorale (at least a bunch of them) for an upcoming parish concert next month. I just love practicing with these people. A mixture of amateur and veteran singers who love to serve God through singing.

I then remembered how I love to sing; realized how i wanted to be heard. Thus, "The Voice".  Fitting for the first blog entry. Fresh start. New beginning.

I'll write with the intent to express myself (and hopefully be heard and be understood). I'll post entries as I want them to serve as my windows to various parts of my life - may it be the brightest or dullest; meaningful or plain stupid; exciting or boring.

Cheers to all the things that happened, and a warm welcome to those that are yet to come. :)