Mary Louise Mann Gabumpa
Biography of Mary Louise Mann Gabumpa
Mary louise Mann Gabumpa loves to read books, even listening to podcasts' talk and preachings.. likes to write down all the thoughts, prayers, and even all things revealed through prayers and all that contemplated during quite time... it started as a diary when was 10 and shifted to a journal-type of writings.. got two sons, Kamiko and Karl.. just hapend to stumble over this site and loving it so much. Poems are like songs at the very core of each person's heart with the rhythms of life and the melody of our response to life.
Mary Louise Mann Gabumpa's Works:
Mary Louise Mann Gabumpa Poems
Funny, But Not So Funny
Funny am I How at this point of my life That I'll ever see such as these That people find it humorous
Christmas To Me
Christmas season, Christmas day Christmas list of Christmas wish, ey! Christmas gifts under Christmas tree Christmas feasts to be shared, it's free!
Sa Imong Tiilan (In Visayan Language)
Sa kanindot, sa kaanyag Ang gugma Mo'y Mao'y dalangpanan
When I Smile
It means nothing, but I endear. It is also frightening, because I become susceptive.
Teardrops fell from my eye As I stood there Watching the train leaves As if leaving the miseries behind
To me it is a thought A thought that came from the heart The heart that lived a life A life wherein we daily surrender
Just The Same Wish
I wish I have a big heart Just the same A friend of mine wishes
Just when.. At the thought.. And came about.. Sweet Surrender!
God revealed of what I shall pray and it warned me; He revealed of what I must response and it assured me.
Marriage And Persecutions
Marriage and persecutions; Temptations and decisions; Life and family; Needs, desires, and dreams.
I love You and i wanna stay with You Help me stay, no matter what Nowhere else I'd rather be-with You Else id be empty inside, of what
A Man Of Character
In the mind of a man Beset the character of one O do not wander around
Re: Thousand Flowers
A poem was written to me in my inbox: Heavenly winds But for this old fashioned Bee Why all these Taboos
Grow In Grace
How were the days? When once life was lay, As happy and fair.
Comforted By Grace
The dawning peace
Slowly rise up
At the scrupulous
Misery darkness of one.
Setting still in a holy hill
Of Him whose grace
Comes from-but grace
That is to one and all.