Good Hands Lily

One day in 1986, I was very sick-- I had a fever of 38.8 degrees C, feeling extremely weak and sleepy. I could not do anything but stay in bed, feeling miserable and helpless. Even though I was sleeping the whole day (well, sometimes half asleep), it seemed that I could never get enough sleep. Fuzzy eyes, heavy head and eyelids but light limbs, and floppy all over! I suffered for a day and a night. The next morning I still could not get out of bed. I skipped all the meals as I never felt hungry and was too weak to move, not to mention going to the dining room downstairs from level three where my room was! Towards midday, suddenly, Jesus appeared in front of me! I n his silence  I felt his compassion and love. He gently took my hand and through telepathy asked me to follow him as he flew up. Jesus led me through the canopy of a forest-- we were flying between tall trees with golden orange or yellow leaves. I felt so leisurely, relaxed and warm in my heart. I lov...

Who Am I? I'm a little wave at the beach, A little shell on the shore, I'm a little star in the sky, A little thing you'd ignore; I am no name-claimer, If thou wilt, forget, If thou wilt, remember; I'm always in the same place you'd like to be, Patiently waiting for thee, To return to that sweet old memory.... 28 March, 2018 in response to EB

Deep in the Sea of Memory Deep in the Sea of Memory, Lies the heart, So torn-apart, Sore and weary; Inside the broken heart, Something is glistening-- The pearl of pain and bitterness, With layers of aches and loneliness, Giving endless love that makes her radiant, So beautiful and brilliant. Stop and be listening, To her weeping, In the pain so deep in, From the sand that makes her suffer, Inserted by her run-away lover. Each pearl you find, Bear in mind, Has a story to tell, As she dwells in the Heart of Shell. Copyright 2007 Lily Tsai

Go to sleep, My sweet Baby, The moon is smiling to thee,  The breeze wispering a lullaby, Mummy patting your back; Say good night and good-bye, Close your eyes and hit your sack, You'll be in Dreamland by-and-by. In Dreamland, We'll walk hand in hand, Under the rainbow Where the fairies stand, Cheering, waving, welcoming, Playing music in a band, Showering us with fairy sand, Up... into the sky... We fly~ Soaring high... 9 March 2018 at 01:10