Little wonders

I wake up today with the cold breeze whispering in the air and dewdrops still kissing the grass.  The birds calmly gliding over the roves of mahogany trees in our sublime Lingap Kalikasan Park--our home here in CLSU--and singing all the way as they giddily land and march in twos or threes on our corrugated roof.

Man-made fishpond at the Lingap Kalikasan Park, CLSU (c)

Added to that feeling of profound bliss is the smell of coffee brewing from my cup as I type these words which gravely lack meaning in trying to describe this grand morning ambiance.

I am humbled by this, to say the least. These little morning wonders truly captivate the heart.

Mornings for me are a wonderful reminder that I can start again with hope that this day will be better than yesterday, that possibilities are here for the taking. Every waking up is a reminder that I am still here and I'm here for a purpose. I am here to make this day count and not just to add to my limited number of days. A warrior must daily pick up his sword, fight his battles, and give his all to the King.

The dragons during the dark night may have prevailed against the light, but today, the warrior will rise again, unsheathe his sword, and slay the enemy.

Just like in that one fine morning two thousand years ago...in that empty tomb, in a place far away...