#Throwback to a few weeks ago when I had the world's largest #rooftop infinity pool all to myself because of a lil' rain. 💧 SkyPark Infinity #Pool on the 57th floor of the Marina Bay Sands in #Singapore.

#Swimming #Hotel #Roof #Water #Sky #Skyline #Skyscraper #Clouds #Outdoors #Architecture #Building #Buildings #Urban #UrbanLandscape #Cityscape #City #Landscape #Photography #Photo #Portrait #PortraitPhotography #TravelPhotography #Travel

Weiterstadt (ots) - Die Feuerwehr, der Rettungsdienst und die Polizei wurden heute Nachmittag (05.04.) zu einem Brand in einem Einfamilienhaus in die Rappmühlstraße nach Weiterstadt gerufen. Aus bislang nicht bekannter Ursache brach um etwa 14:10 ...

https://www.presseportal.de/blaulicht/pm/4969/6249697

#Brand #Brandbekämpfung #Brandstiftung #Einfamilienhaus #Feuer #Feuerwehr #Gesetz #Hilfsorganisation #Hotel #Kriminalität #Kriminalpolizei #Sicherheitskräfte #Wohnungseinrichtung

Neuwied (ots) - Am Vormittag des 05.04.2026 wurde ein Brand im Keller eines Neuwieder Hotels gemeldet. Feuerwehr, Rettungsdienst und Polizei wurden sofort entsendet. Alle Gäste und Angestellten konnten zeitnah evakuiert werden. Der Brand war ...

https://www.presseportal.de/blaulicht/pm/117712/6249606

#Brand #Feuer #Feuerwehr #Hilfsorganisation #Hotel #Hotels #Katastrophe #Keller #Kellerbrand

Binnenkijken: Adeb (23) woont in asielzoekerscentrum #OmroepWest #Voorburg #Asielzoekers #Azc #Wonen #Hotel #Vluchtelingen

https://owst.nl/5086917/M

« Une image apocalyptique » : un hôtel de luxe part en fumée à Courchevel

https://vid.freedif.org/w/1CC6JbQEmy1N5ZHGxGuJ8B

V jednom zo žilinských hotelov dnes (4.4) ráno vypukol požiar v izbe na 4. poschodí a pri tejto nešťastnej udalosti zomrel 56-ročný muž, ktorý sa nadýchal splodín horenia.

#zilina #hotel #poziar

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A Heart Cleared for His Throne by Khaley Dela Rama

A Heart Cleared for His Throne by Khaley Dela Rama

I wandered through rooms made of glass,
believing brightness was the same as Light.
Brightness dazzled my eyes and called it life,
but my heart grew colder beneath the shine.
Brightness shouted, «look at me»,
while Light whispered, «come closer and live».

I collected reflections like proof,
tasted sweetness that dissolved too quickly,
and called it joy.
The world dressed hunger in glitter,
told me applause was oxygen,
whispered that being seen,
was the same as being known.
So I walked far,
carrying a heavy heart disguised as freedom,
until my breath grew thin
and my footsteps circled their own shadows.

Then You spoke without spectacle.
No thunder, no storm,
only a quiet gravity that gathered me inward.
In that moment I understood,
not with my mind, but with my spirit,
that I did not want to cling to anything
if it was not You.

Everything else loosened its grip.
My grasp opened.
My striving softened.
My restless pulse found a rhythm
that matched Your nearness

So here is my past,
a map of crooked paths and trembling choices.
You do not shame it.
You illuminate it.
You lift my regrets like broken vessels
and remake them into vessels of mercy.

So here is my trust,
once scattered like seeds.
Now I place it in Your hands
and ask You to order my steps,
to align my wandering with Your will,
to write Your direction across my breathing.

Holy Spirit,
draw the lines where I cannot see.
Guide me where courage feels fragile.
Shape my waiting into obedience
and my obedience into love.

I have searched the earth
for what only heaven could give.
I drank from many wells
before realizing You were the spring
beneath every thirst.

Brightness blinded me with its glare,
but Light opened my sight from the inside out.
Brightness faded when night came,
yet Light stayed, steady as morning.
I chased brightness and returned empty,
I turned to Jesus and found daylight within.
For He is not a performance of beauty.
He is the light that remakes my being

Now I stand emptied of illusion,
steady in silence,
rooted in Your presence.
Not distracted,
not divided,
not grasping for what fades.

If You send me, I will go.
If You keep me, I will remain.
If You prune me, I will trust.
My hands are now open.
My heart is now turned.
My life is now Yours.
Abba, I am now available

Author’s Bio

Dipolog’s own Khaley is more than a social work student; she’s a weaver of words and worlds.As a poet and filmmaker, she paints narratives of love and life, from everyday rhythms tosocio-political currents, finding her voice in collectives like DIPAG INK, LAYA MANILA and REALPOINT RECORDS. Through her art, she bridges personal stories with societal threads, creatinga vibrant tapestry that speaks to the soul.Social Media Account:FB page: Khaley Dela RamaInstagram: @khaleydelaramaTiktok: @khaleydelarama