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Day 134 in 2017

“Listen to me,”

Said the little girl, in confidence.

“I have a voice; 

It might be tiny, but never insignificant.

It’s the voice of hope, wrapped in faith,

Believing it shall make a difference,

For the sake of my fellow beings, 

Now and in the years to come.”

She lifted her hand, 

And raised her voice again, 

In determination, 

“Listen to my voice!”  

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Day 27 in 2017

Another day of battle 

Here in the land of the unsettle. 

The hot seat makes people brittle 

While millions of eyes whistle. 

Jakarta, the land of the hopeful 

Where millions strife to be powerful;

Meekness is an oasis in the desert of the hateful.

May grace quenches the fire of the mistrustful. 

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Day 9 in 2017 

It’s Monday again. 

Time to go for another round,

Wondering what to gain

Among the life mound.

But chunks of advice are always at hand

For anyone in the urge to learn. 

Here’s what I wrote while encountering the morn:

“Dear students,  

The capacity to learn is a gift. 

The ability to learn is a skill. 

But the willingness to learn is a choice.
Choose wisely and have fun 

As long as you roam under the sun.”

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The Bridge Builder

This week my grade 11 class read this beautiful poem entitled “The Bridge Builder” from the textbook. As we read and discussed this poem, I was personally stunned by the message sent through this masterpiece.



An old man, going a lone highway,

Came, at the evening, cold and gray,

To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,

Through which was flowing a sullen tide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim;

The sullen stream had no fears for him;

But he turned, when safe on the other side,

And built a bridge to span the tide.

‘Old man,’ said a fellow pilgrim, near,

‘You are wasting strength with building here;

Your journey will end with the ending day;

You never again must pass this way;

You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide,

Why build you the bridge at the eventide?’

The builder lifted his old gray head:

‘Good friend, in the path I have come,’ he said,

‘There followeth after me today

A youth, whose feet must pass this way.’

‘This chasm, that has been naught to me,

To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.

He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;

Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.’

~ Will Allen Dromgoole ~

“There followeth after me today, a youth, whose feet must pass this way… I am building the bridge for him.” It is never a waste of time and strength building the lives of the young.

It is an honor for me to say this: I am a teacher, and I am that bridge builder. –