A poem by me, Timothy Lu.

Sometimes God breaks us to the point of almost losing faith. Before we give up entirely, He reaches out His hand right when we need it. He holds us in pieces and puts our mess back together.

Melting snows renew themselves
On mountain tops so high ..

Perhaps I can finally be in happy endings.

A continuation of Dendrianna’s diary from her second day as she traveled outside of Ostlyn.

The second day of a new beginning, Dendrianna travels to the port city of Ostlyn. In her forty-three years of existence this is the first city she has seen since escaping her underworld prison of Malevand.

In memory of Ileana Lucia Adolfo Aseoche.

Who… What… Why… When… Where… How… …can you become a doer?

After the abuse where do you go? After the abuse what can you do with your life.

After getting out of bed some time in the morning, you are ready to start another day. This prayer encompases everything that you need, with the hope that the day will be productive and trouble-free.