The story of Mio and Pompoo lost track of each other in “The Deepest Cave in the Blackest Mountain” I (Mio) rose up from the ground and something fell out of my pocket. It was the little wooden flute that Nonno had carved for me. My flute, that I had played around the campfire on Greenfields …
Yes, praise, that was the right answer.The men in the fiery furnace – hadn’t they sung from the depths too? And hadn’t the star risen again and again in all inner distress – looking up to God. Original Text: Ja, Lob, das war die rechte Antwort. Die Männer im Feuerofen – hatten die nicht auch …
In a prison About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone’s chains came loose. Acts 16:25-26 NIV
To me, the neighbour in Heilbronn look like a stern man. He was not necessarily unfriendly, he was just very economical with his word and smile. “My wife is suffering from dementia, it is beyond my capability to take care of her. It’s time to send her to retirement home with special care.” He told …
You asked me why Autumn is my favourite season, why don’t you come with me into the wood? Are you ready? Let’s go! The moss in the wood is fascinating. When you look at it carefully, it is a small kingdom with colorful living things. It is even luminous after been …
As my train slowly arriving in Leonberg train station, the small drops of rain were getting larger and larger. As I stepped out the train, Leonberg welcomed me with lightning and storm and heavy rain. The little umbrella that I have was rather useless in this situation. Anyway, for me who grew up in Malaysia …
Sinn. This poem continue with the old tale which made Heine felt so sad. Heine took me to Rhine river and told me the old tale. Once upon a time on this rock, sat a charming beautiful girl called Loreley. Under the golden evening sun, she combed her golden hair with golden comb. Shimmering, glittering, …
On a birthday party, I sat next to an 8 years old girl, with enthusiasm she told me about her violin lesson. She just learned pizzicato, and she can play 3 tunes on A-string, her teacher put sticker to mark where her finger should place. “If you would like to, I can play ‘the apple …
During the social distancing period back in March and April. I always heard children talking or playing wherever I was. Their conversation was my amusement as I walked by and accidentally heard it. A boy behind the hedge raised his voice to call his friend at may be two houses away. “Paul! Do you want …
“A glutton for punishment” means someone who seems to enjoy doing something that you consider unpleasant, according to Cambridge Dictionary. “A glutton for punishment” is also a title of Richard Yates’ short story in his “Eleven Kinds of Loneliness” short stories collection. In this story, he described the day when Walter Henderson has been fired. It …