On February 11, 2009, I, my students and fellow instructors went on a tree planting activity at the centennial forest at the foot of Mt. Mayon Volcano. We took this as an opportunity to take a break from our monotonous academic work. Along the forest trail, we saw flora and fauna. This little encounters resulted in moments of reflection. I tried as best as I could to capture with my camera, these tidbits of reflection. let me share them with you. ..........
A single flower in a bushy corner of the forest speaks thousands of words of inspiration. Beautiful and more glorious than the glories of King Solomon.
"Consider how the lilies grow, they neither spin nor toil bu not even Solomon in Glory was clothed as this! O ye of little faith."
While climbing the trail, I notice this shrub with a flower. Even in the midst of a forest, a flower can grow and show its beauty. We who are in the forest of trials can show forth the beauty of God within our Souls. O Lord God you are the perfection of beauty, let your light shine in our souls so that we may constantly at all times radiate your beauty.
"Consider how the lilies grow, they neither spin nor toil bu not even Solomon in Glory was clothed as this! O ye of little faith."
While climbing the trail, I notice this shrub with a flower. Even in the midst of a forest, a flower can grow and show its beauty. We who are in the forest of trials can show forth the beauty of God within our Souls. O Lord God you are the perfection of beauty, let your light shine in our souls so that we may constantly at all times radiate your beauty.
The Setting sun behind the clouds with silver lining at the centennial forest
"Lord the night is falling, abide with us...."
Life is a journey it is our Emmaus....
When the night falls we invite the Lord to come to our house and break bread. Lord your love is the source of everything, how do we long to be close to your heart.
"Lord the night is falling, abide with us...."
Life is a journey it is our Emmaus....
When the night falls we invite the Lord to come to our house and break bread. Lord your love is the source of everything, how do we long to be close to your heart.
"I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
...........
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."
lines from the Poem of Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
A poem lovely as a tree.
...........
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."
lines from the Poem of Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
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