Category: Spiritual, Inspirational

This is a poem taken from my book: How to Handle Adversity. (1998).

I wrote this poem a month before my 18th birthday in 1964.

Lord, without hope of earthly good,

With no fear of night terror,

I will proclaim your testimonies,

To powerful and simple men.

I want to be serene, serene, always serene,

Like mother nature on autumn afternoons,

With the royalty of your presence,

That has brought your sweet calm.

I want to love you over beings and things,

Because you are my strength and my song,

Because you light up the stars and perfume the roses,

And you keep my soul from the dark ocean!

You are a refuge against the storm!

Contemplating the immensity of the universe,

And seeing your beauty in nature,

I can only praise you!

And from the depths of my being shout a:

Long live Jesus Christ! Hallelujah!

This is my Story! What’s Yours?

This is my brother’s heartbreaking story. I want to share his sentiments with all animals’ lovers.

April 30, 2005, a sad day forever etched in my weary mind. I was there at her birth and side by side when she died, holding on to her warm, yet limp body, so very, very tight.

I set her spirit free so she could chase her guide, the one, the only one, her precious dragonfly.

She was my friend, the greatest of all, my Gypsy, my poodle, my beast, my old girl, a piece of my soul!

My Jeepee girl, forever in my mind, you are still alive! I can see you running, jumping, getting your 10:00 PM snack, playing dead, licking the sweat of my forehead, and most of all, chasing dragonflies!

Dragonflies will lead me to you!

Dragonflies will guide you to me!

In time, somewhere, somehow, once more, reunited we will be…..

My Gypsy girl, her dragonflies, and Me!

In loving memory of my old girl and best friend, Gypsy Fearless Arias

My poodle, rest assured that if there is a way, I will find you once again!

Your human friend, William Arias 4/30 05

This is my bother’ story! What’s Your?

I want to curl up in your arms, Lord. My soul is numb, it feels parked in an open field with no fences. The space is immensely wide and feels cold and deserted.

My soul is like a frightened gazelle in the midst of a vast unknown place. She longs for your closeness, she can’t perceive you.

Where are you? You promised never to abandon me and I believe that you are with me, but the ship of my life almost sank. I desperately need wisdom to be able to understand your silence.

I know my pain is no futile. It has an eternal purpose, but will your purpose be perfected in my lifetime?

“So be truly glad. There is wonderful joy ahead, even though you must endure many trials for a little while.” (1 Peter 1:6 NLT).

(Answer); I thought, what if you’re training me to run a city?

Lord, after this thought, your silence is loudly shouting sweet melodies in my soul!

Wow, I see the light! You were never silent, my soul was just in her own intransigence.

The difficulties I’m going through are not personal, are about others. I am responsible to oversee them, but somehow in your strange and marvelous way you always provide for me to manage.

Father, forgive my intransigent soul for being impatient. In her anguish to see your answer, she passover the wealth that your wisdom is instilling in me.

The immense unknown opened field, with no fence, is being reduced to a comfortable and welcoming place. I can feel the wall of protection! I can feel my heart racing with excitement!

From a frightened gazelle, my soul became a lamb in the flock, in her own environment. Now that unfriendly, cold, open space, is the sweet and cozy one that I’m used to.

This is my Story! What’s Yours?

My best pastime of the day is on the mountain of myrrh and on the hill of frankincense. There I receive clear revelation. At this moment, my heart is moved by this thought that has flooded my being. And I feel so small and deeply grateful, that God has kept my heart from seeking recognition from men.

Every praise from man diminishes some of the trappings that the Father is using to beautify my heavenly future. Every earthly recognition is a glory reward destroyer in heaven.

The grace of God in me will not allow the praise of men and human recognition, to tarnish the crown that my Savior won for me.

“Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go away to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.” (Songs 4:6 MEV).

The mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense are not physical places, but are figurative places. Myrrh symbolizes sacrifice, death. A place where I surrender my will so that it is His will done and not mine.

The hill of frankincense symbolizes prayer. In the mount of myrrh I shed tears of pain and uncertainty because there are shadows on my path, but I surrender my will to the Lord. And His will is always the best for me.

The tears of surrender purify and remove the painful dust in the soul and refresh it for a sweet communion with Jesus.

No need for earthly recognition! Nothing else matters for me, just the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God!

This is my Story! What’s Yours?