I shed the mask I wore so long—
A thousand roles, all played, now gone.
Silence hums where noise once thrived.

No more the need to win or prove.
The mirror cracks; my hands go still.
No shield, no sword—just open skies.

When I let go, the fog withdrew.
Less of “me” made space for “we.”
Love rose where pride and fear once lay.

Old battles fade like distant storms.
The fire within now gently warms.
I become the peace I once feared.

When the world appears in shades of gray,  
Spread joy in every possible way.  
A kind word, perhaps a smile,  
Can make a heart dance for a while.

Our spirits shine through simple acts,  
A loving touch, a friendly pact.  
Make the world your cherished friend,  
Share laughter, and a helping hand.

With open hearts and open minds,  
Let’s embrace all the goodness we find.  
In every moment, large and small,  
Spreading joy lifts us all.

Not just a teacher…
I saw Christ in all of them.
...A mold of my Soul.

Gabriel: Angelic Guidance

Unearthly light shines,
Guiding Souls on paths of light,
Whispers of guidance.

Michael: Angelic Guardianship

Wings spread, fierce and strong,
Guardian of Souls, he soars,
Fearless, Love’s pure might.

Uriel: Angelic Paths of Enlightenment

Guardian of truth,
Wisdom’s flame illuminates,
Guiding lost Souls home.

Raphael: Angelic Healer of the Weary

Journeying with grace,
Balms of heaven in his hands,
Wounds dissolve in light.

Saraqael: Angelic Judge of the Fallen

Storm-cloaked, eyes like ash,
He names guilt without a blink,
Truth burns where he walks.

Remiel: Guide of the Returning

Graves break into light,
He lifts souls from silent dust,
Hope walks out with him.

Seraphim: Sacred Angelic Heavenly Choir

Heaven’s sacred choir,
Voices of celestial flame,
Radiant and pure.

Cherubim: The Watchers

Fourfold wings outstretched,
Eyes alight with knowing truth,
Wisdom wrapped in fire.

This day’s solemn grace,
In shadows deep, in sacred space,
An eternal tale of sacrifice told,
Whispers at ancient, mysteries unfold.

Through darkness pierced by light divine,
A pathway to redemption and that very sacred sign,
In blood and tears, in love profound,
Hope rises from the buried ground.

The veil was torn, the earth did quake,
Yet in the silence, a promise awake,
Resurrection!  New birth!
Good Friday's sacred space.

Palm Sunday  
Voices bellow loud hosannas; palms wave vibrantly
The gentle humble King rides through the city gate,  
The crowd extolls, not knowing what will come.  

Holy Monday  
He casts the merchants from the temple's court,  
Coins clatter like thunder in the dust,  
A sacred grief ignites within His soul.  

Holy Tuesday  
He teaches truth where traps are slyly laid,  
With kind eyes and a steady, gentle voice,  
He sows the seeds of justice, sharp as blades.  

Spy Wednesday  
He is touched by shadowed, silvered hands,  
One kiss is weighed against the world’s regret,  
The hush that falls before the hammer strikes.  

Maundy Thursday  
He breaks the bread and offers up the cup,  
A basin, towel—He stoops to serve them all,  
The garden waits beneath a sleepless moon.  

Good Friday  
The sky goes black at His forsaken cry,  
The nails resound where silence should have been,  
His cross stands rooted in sacred holy ground.  

Holy Saturday  
The grave is sealed beneath a silent hill,  
No word breaks through the stillness of the dark,  
All heaven holds its breath beneath the weight.  

Easter Sunday  
The earth exhales as angels roll the dawn,  
He rises, bearing everything broken,  
Joy bursts forth—exalt Jesus!  Christ is risen indeed.!

Kindness is a light we share,  
A gentle hand in times of need,  
A quiet solace when hearts despair.

It blooms in moments small and rare,  
A whispered word and a thoughtful deed,  
A spark of love beyond compare.

In every soul, it finds its way,  
A bridge to heal, a wound to mend,  
A gift that brightens every day.