Christ Love - Hello Poetry

Aug 2021

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God your still mine
Even when I worship you
God your still mine
Even when I live with depression
God your Still mine
Keeping me alive each day
God your still mine
Even when I pray that the world live in peace
God I pray that the war will end one day
God we need to re unite the world
We need to love you more

Jun 2021

The Poetic Architect

The Keeper (To Live is to Keep Your Word)

The clouds whispered,
“You’re the Name above all Names.”
The oceans shouted the last words
He has always bear in his mind,
With no second thoughts,
But just a glimpse of the future.
The zeal of his being
And the beginning of everything that sprouts.
He declares, “You are worthy of it all.”

The words that once shattered for the fallen,
Those words that lingered in the mighty sleepers,
The words that have been longing to be found
To be kept and to be lived more than anything else.
And it became more than itself,
More than the splashing bequeathing eternal scent,
More than the salty waters
Caught in every beholder of light,
In the brimming goblet of healing and revival.

The man walked and no one has seen his shadow yet.
The spell of the dearest with a glorious crown
Is as irrefutable as his ethereal beauty.
Oh, the waiting shall be over soon..
The soldiers have been holding their fire for a long time.
They whose chariots have fiery horses in the sky.
In the pages of time, here comes the unveiling of truth
Every day he whispers; clinging and longing to be restored
Like sunbeams on the dying nights with mellow feelings.

Oh the joyous submerge in the arms of the Splendor —
The grandeur of hope, far beyond each hitting arrow.
The outpouring of the bows from heaven
In the form of lightning and thunder,
The resemblance of mercy in the resurrection of a throne.
Calling the united, He who strolls in the beginning
Shall be heard and be laud with praises and anthems.
Let every voice form one speech, one tongue, one language.
And the scattered shall be whole once again.

Jun 2021

The Poetic Architect

The Story of Time

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Hayaan **** ilahad ng mga pahina ang misteryo ng nakalipas,
Ang mahikang bumabalot sa guhit ng mga palad
Na hinulma sa salamin ng liwanag,
Ang dugo ng kasaysayang naging pantatak ng kahapon, bukas at ngayon.

Ang pagsirit ng kandila sa lumalalim na gabi
Ay gaya ng pakikipagbuno ng kalangitan sa lumalagablab na araw.
Hindi man lamang napagod ang lumikha ng bahaghari,
Pagkat buhat sa simula hanggang dulo'y kaya nya itong pagmasdan --
Kaya nya itong sabayan hanggang sa pagtiklop ng mga ulap.

At gaya ng mga ibong malaya na walang humpay ang pagkampay patungo sa lilim,
Ay gayundin ang mga imahe ng putik na ginawaran ng damdamin.
Ang kanilang pakikipagsapalaran sa modernong makinarya ng paglusong at pag-ahon,
Na may dalisay na pagdinig sa lilim ng kapatawaran at kaligtasan.

Walang sinuman ang kayang kumitil sa mga paupos na kandila --
Silang ang pagluhod ay simbolo ng kalakasan at pagtitiwala.
Silang may dunong at sa bukal ng buhay ay may hiram na sandali.
Maliban na lang kung sya'y magpaubaya para lumisan nang walang paalam.
Ngunit kumatok man sila,
Ang huling habilin at pagsilip sa bintana sa hapag
Ay walang katiyakan pawang sa oras at magiging tahanan.

Di hamak na may kaalaman ang sining na paghinga ang naging buhay,
Kaysa sa mga yumuyukod na mga punong
Mayroong nalalagasan na mga pakpak sa bawat dapithapon.
Di gaya ng dagat na lumulunod sa sarili
Na hayag sa kalangitan ang pagkunot at paghinahon.

Ang pawis sa mga pisngi'y gaya ng mga butil ng perlas
Na higit pa sa mga ginto't dyamanteng ibinigkis para ikalakal.
Walang humpay ang pagkapa madatnan lamang ang liwanag
Sa iskinatang walang inihain kundi pait at karamdaman.

At katulad ng pagpapagal nito sa apoy upang mailimbag ang sarili'y
Kusang babalik ang mga ito sa hiningan ng sandali.
Kung saan wala nang ni isang mananatiling "misteryo,"
Kung saan lahad at hubad na ang lahat ng pagpapanggap.

At kung saan ang huling pahina ay pupunitin,
Ang himagsikan ay makikitil hindi nang panandalian lamang.
Magiging malaya ang pagpapaubaya ng mga kamay sa hangin,
Malaya ang mga pusong walang ibang nais kundi magpuri.

May 2021

The Poetic Architect

This Moment

At this very moment,
I can feel Your healing hands in our wounded world.
You died for us to live
And living in such a time like this is a challenge of faith.

I can see Your desire raging from above,
I am soaring high like an eagle humbled by You
And no matter the altitude I am battling in,
No matter how heavy my burdens are,
I can see myself victorious in Your might.

I may not be able to finish this race perfectly,
But I can say, Your perfect love has completed me.
That I know to whom my soul belongs
And it is not for this world but for You alone.

Who am I that You see me now?
Who am I that You still see me worthy to be died for?
Oh Lord, Your mercy is undying
Your grace overflows and it’s unending.

The world may fade its glory
But there You are, like an unstoppable incense within me
Your greatness, let it be seen in me
And whatever I do, may it bring You glory.

For I am nothing without You,
My boasting is only up to the end of my life
But when You humble me down,
It brings me to eternity
And forever, I can settle and rest with You.

Psalm 113:3-4 (NIV)

From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to be praised. The Lord is exalted over all the nations, his glory above the heavens.

May 2021

The Poetic Architect

The Sun Bids Goodbye

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Like the wind,
Like the sand —
My heart is hopeful.
To witness Your undying beauty.

I took a picture of the mountains,
And then the oceans
And those people lingering their thoughts
While serving as the highlight of the background.

I can’t deny its raging beauty
But I search for more —
I search for the Sun each day
For what boasting I could have?

I’ve been to the beach so many times,
And in different seasons.
You take me to the shore
And I’m always in awe —
Not by the beauty itself
But by who You are.
Oh, how could I stop praising You?

#jesus #praise #worship #sunset #nature

May 2021

The Poetic Architect

Until We Meet Again

The sound of the rain becomes one with my thoughts.
And now, I dance with the melody of my soul that was once lost.
I can hear the echoes of my past,
Beating what’s inside me,
Trying to battle the hope that is burning in my spirit.

Sometimes it still murmurs the pain of losing —
Reminding me the intensity of its debris
That still lingers in the shadows behind me.
But I was not the same me like the old, old days.
Maybe he doesn’t know that he too, has weaknesses
To ponder about and to transfer his energy instead.

As I shutter the light in me,
I come across in the interior of my own “building.”
The facade that I tried to replace with aesthetics
Cannot be compared to what will last in the near future.
And I know, it’s so soon.

The clouds may still hide the glory that is to come,
And yet the hopeful ones are ready
To be harvested like the flowers on the lawn.
The diverse scenario of picking flowers,
Of watching the sunrise again..
I do hope that everyone understands the depth
Of what it really means to “rise from the dead.”

If only we could feel the power that runs in His blood,
Maybe we’ll all get access to the vision He has left us with.
But that power that raised Him from the dead
Is also the power that is in you and me
To conquer the battles with our daily bread.

Today, we shiver with the taste of life,
And I always push myself to have better ears than bitter tears.
I know that one day, we’ll come to the best ending of our lives.
But on that day, I hope we are one in spirit and truth.
For only the truth will last forever.

I hope we don’t mind if our standards of “truth”
May come into halt..
And that’s to bring out the best version of us,
To the better you and me!
‘Til we meet again!

May 2021

The Poetic Architect

Why Fishermen?

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And so I had a vision:
To sail a boat of my own..
Let me tell you a story..
That one God impressed to me.

Watchin’ the raging waves,
I pondered with a question of..
“Why did Jesus chose fishermen?”
Then his goal isn’t just to save the lost
But to gather them in unity.

I remember the rich man
Who failed in his test..
For he cannot leave his riches behind,
After boasting that he has done everything
For his the salvation of his soul.

Fishermen have simple lives
They fish as their living;
One “nothing has been caught”
Might end a life worth-saving.

But these fishermen understood
The essence of being disciples of Jesus;
They became fishers of men —
From island to another one.

May 2021

The Poetic Architect

Temporal

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Healing hands, kneeling soul
Shaking —
My body’s been shakin’
Yet I know He can make it
And He will lead me all through it.

I have these thoughts
Of exchanging the worries
With the renewal of mind,
Bartering what’s temporal
With what I long for eternal.

When I’m weak,
I look at myself —
Oh, I’m that small..
And figured all things out.
That, Oh..
My God’s so, So big.

When I’m at my worst,
I dance with sorrow as well
Like normal beings,
Lost, who keeps wandering away.
But in my worst,
In the dust in the desert,
I find the waters.

May 2021

The Poetic Architect

Who Knows Me Better

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Every time I write,
I sing the hymn of my spirit.
And every time I speak,
It’s Your breath that moves the mountains.

I thought my heart and my head know me better
Than any person ever will...
There’s not much to say,
But there’s so much to be written —
It’s like You talking to me.

May 2021

The Poetic Architect

What Past Has Left Me (Unfinished)

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I left my past behind me
Not because it’s unimportant.
It’s just that —
It’s so true that nothing can be compared w/ Jesus.

We have choices to make each day,
And we always have something to rant about
We even share secrets and
We’re too human,
At times, I’m hating myself too.

Doing this and that
Makes us crazy in some ways
We’ve been so busy w/ what’s temporary
We lie to ourselves.. and so on.

Apr 2021

The Poetic Architect

Do You Love Me More than These?

When Jesus rose again,
He didn’t look for the rich men;
He looked for his disciples —
To whom he made a promise.

There was no spirit of condemnation,
There were no words of:
“Why did you go back to your old life (fishing)
while you know I was gone for a while?
I even told you that I will be resurrected
And so here I am..”

He just asked them,
“Do you love me more than these?”
Jesus gave them a tricky question,
Since he already knew their answer
With their decision of fishing again.

It was again God’s love —
His grace for the world to be saved.
It was another chance for his disciples
To regain what was lost
And to restore them
From where Jesus led them to
Before dying in the Cross.

It’s like Jesus saying,
“Here I am and I have died for you to live;
And since I was resurrected back to life
And so are you —
You have a share of eternal life.

It’s like assuring them
That if they leave everything behind
For the cause of God’s mission,
The rest will follow; as their submission.

His disciples never knew
That their obedience “that time”
Was the reason why we know
What the Gospel is.
They never dreamed to be fishers of men;
They badly dreamed of simply surviving.

I had this conversation on the island,
One told me, “I’ve tried reading the Bible but it’s hard to comprehend.”
As I told her how to start it and encouraged her,
I felt what they actually need —
They need firm spiritual support.

Apr 2021

The Poetic Architect

Hudyat

Ito ang umagang
Nanaisin kong huminto muna ang Araw nang saglit
Kung pwede bang manatili muna Sya
At ako’y hayaang pagmasdan
Ang kanyang kariktan.

Nais kong bumilad sa sinag ng Araw
At magpasakop sa Liwanag Nyang taglay
Nais kong malusaw ang bawat kamalian,
Ang bawat pagkukunwari..
Pagkat ayoko na..
Ayoko nang magpanggap pa..
Na kaya kong mag-isa
Mag-isa na wala ang mga kamay Nya
Ang mga gabay Nya
Na maging sa gabi’y
Nasisilayan ko pa rin
Ang kanyang anino sa aking pagpikit.

Gusto kong huminto ang Araw,
At ako’y makita Nya..
Kahit isang iglap..
Kahit isang saglit lang..
Kung pwede lang..
Wag Mo akong Iwan
Na sa gabi’y
Ikaw ang magbigay Ilaw sa aking landas
At ako’y yakapin
At ang Iyong sinag
Ang magsisilbing lakas
Sa bawat pagbangon ko sa Umaga..

Sayo ako magsisimula,
At ayokong ito’y magwakas
Na para bang nalimot ko
Ang lahat ng mga misteryong
Iyong ipinakita
Iyong ipanaranas.

Ayokong dumating sa katapusan
Na ako’y walang muang
Na Ikaw ang aking Simula..
Ayokong magtagpo tayo
Sa gitna ng aking mga kamalian —
Mga kamaliang hindi ko itinama
Kahit na pinagbuksan Mo na ako
Sa panibagong Umaga.

Kung ang bawat araw na lumilipas
Ay siya ring mga pahina ng aking buhay,
Bakit pa..
Bakit ko pa hahayaang
Dilim ang magsilbing umaga?
Kung Ikaw naman ang tunay na Simula ng lahat..
Kung landas ko nama’y
Kayang-kaya **** bigyang liwanag
At lahat ng masasaklawan ng aking mga mata
Ay simbolo ng Iyong paghahari.
Lilikumin Mo ang lahat
Gamit ang Iyong Liwanag
At ang lahat ng mga naggising
Buhat sa pagkakahimbing
At mga bangungot na tila walang katapusan
Ay sabay-sabay na babangon
At lalakad sa Liwanag na Iyong hain.

Masisilayan ko rin ang mga ngiti
Ng pagpupunyagi at tagumpay
Na walang balot ng anumang pagkukunwari,
Walang tampo’t galit
Na bumabalot sa bawat katauhan
Kung saan hubad ang lahat
Ngunit tanggap Mo ang lahat
Ang lahat ng mga nabago ng Iyong Liwanag
Ay kusang sisibol at uusbong
Ng may papuri at hindi parang
Mga paupos na kandila
Na nauubusan rin ng lakas.
Ngunit sila’y tila mga tanim
Na Iyong dinidiligan sa bawat araw —
Mga ginintuang araw
Na hindi gaya ngayong kukupas din..

Balang araw, ang lahat ng salitang
Mamumutawi sa bawat labi’y
May iisang sigaw
May iisang palamuti na ibabandera
At susuko sa Iyong kabutihan.
Ang bawat nilalang
Ay mabinihag sa Iyong kaluwalhatian
At hindi na..
Hindi na mauubusan pa ng Liwanag,
Ikaw mismo ang magkukusang
Punasan ang mga matang lumuluha,
Lumuluha buhat sa paghihintay..
Pagkat nariyan ka na..
Nariyan na ang Iyong kaligtasan.

Ikaw, sa bawat oras
Sa bawat sandali’y
Ikaw pa rin ang maging dahilan
Ng pagtibok ng akibg puso
Ang maging sigaw
Ng aking napapaos na lalamunan.
Ikaw ang maging dahilan..
Ng aking pagtaas ng kamay
At sa ere’y hindi Mo ako iiwan,
Ni hindi Mo ako kinalimutan..
Ikaw, ang Araw at Gabi..
Sayo ang aking papuri!

Apr 2021

Colm

AnAmen

These very words - are weak and sore - at the attempted expression of all that which - Christ is . In him - I am - both free in death - and life - to be - what I am meant to be .