Stories From My Garden: DS with UP MedChoir at Unang Hirit & DZBB

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

DS with UP MedChoir at Unang Hirit & DZBB

Watched DS early this morning with the UP Medicine Choir LIVE on GMA 7's "Unang Hirit", ch. 12 on Sky Cable. They sang Christmas carols in the main lobby of the studio from 5-8 this morning. (Intermittent) :)

The choir also went straight to DZBB 594 AM Super Radyo afterwards to sing more carols

(Two full carols & short intv.) :),

then back to the main studio again until the show ended.

Congratulations for a great performance, future doctors! <3

**Photo/s courtesy of UP MedChoir and Unang Hirit Facebook pages**

https://www.facebook.com/UPMedchoir/

https://www.facebook.com/Unang.Hirit/

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God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)