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Marge Redelicia Nov 2013
Four feet tall
with rosy, chubby cheeks,
with a big smile, despite missing teeth,
with the wide, bright eyes
that stare at me.

I stare right back
in envy.

Once again
I wish to see the world from the eyes of a child:
eyes filled with wonder
for all made in Creation
eyes filled with care
for men in dire situations
eyes filled with eagerness
for every challenge, every endeavor
eyes filled with hope
for tomorrow, the unknown future
eyes filled with faith
that everything has a reason
eyes filled with joy
for life will be fine, great even.

I tried to recall:
Since when have my sight been lost?
Once again,
Even just for one more time,
I wish to see the world from the eyes of a child.
In elementary I would win as "Most Diligent" EVERY SINGLE YEAR. Now in high school they should crown me as the queen of procrastination and cramming. I have no idea what happened to me; I just want my old study habits back.
Marge Redelicia Oct 2013
Squeeze your feet into synthetic fins.
See the world in big rubbery lenses.
Don’t forget the snorkel, of course! Bite tight.
Hobble to the shore,
Where the two worlds meet.

The sea splashes gently on the sand.
It hurls itself forward
And then recedes back.
Its motions are like gestures,
Telling you to draw close
And closer.
Its peaceful surface is an invitation itself,
Painted blue and glittered with sunshine.

Accept the invitation with gladness.
Don't be afraid!
Let the briny waters embrace you.
Let the cold tickle your skin.
Let the waves rock you back and forth.

You have entered a grand ballroom
Illuminated with a majestic chandelier of refracting sunlight.
The colorful corals with shapes of mounds, disks, and crowns,
Sway with the rhythm of the current.
The fishes dance around and about,
Each beaded with scales of various vibrant colors.

And then the reef ends.

The colors abruptly plunge into a black abyss.  
Look down and allow yourself to be
Filled with fear, terror,
Or maybe
Insatiable curiosity.
Now let that curiosity stir discontentment in you:
Discontentment with snorkeling.
Let it ignite a craving for
More thrill, more wonder.

It's time to go deep sea diving.
Marge Redelicia Oct 2013
A broken wreck
A blind rebel
So lost
So broken
Chasing rapids
Diving waterfalls
Only to end up in a
Vast murky
Ocean
And sink
                                                                                   Endlessly
To its cold, lonely depths

But He
Breaks the chains
That anchors me to sin
But He
Fishes me out
Of the dark abyss
And I
Rise
Rise beyond the surface
And I
Live
Live for the very first time

He waters down my briny filth---guilt
He wraps me in a thick blanket
With love in every stitch
He hands me a warm mug of cocoa
Overflowing with marshmallows
But He didn't even need to
How could He even want to

And then He welcomes me to His ship
Of formidable majesty and splendor,
Gives me a net,
And names me as a fisher of men
We sail
We fish
Through stormy seas
Vast oceans
Savage pirates
But all is well
All is great, in fact
For His ship is firmly established
A jewel made of iron
And He always knows the Way
Because He is,
He is the Captain of Captains
And I am His fisher of men
Marge Redelicia Oct 2013
Love
is like sleep

If untimely, hastily
awakened
before the destined due,
in the dark
hours before the sunrise
it causes you
to easily forget
the wise words
and stories on regrets
it causes you
to run on
unsound conscience
and run out
of precious patience
it causes you
to carelessly create
flawed judgments
and defective decisions
filling your day with
malfunction
dysfunction
frustration
infliction

Yourself, spare
To me, swear:
Do not
arouse or awaken
love
until it so desires
Song of Solomon 8:4
Marge Redelicia Oct 2013
Screaming
In bright lights, bold colors
Driving by billboards,
TV, magazines The
Lies
For young children to see
That distorts the meaning of value and beauty
That it’s all about
The wheel at your hands
The house at your feet
Your
Skin
White as bones, overexposed
Whose name is wrapping your
Stick, sick
Flesh

It’s all about
Me
In this consumerism


To believe these deceptions
Is to
Deny and shun
What He has said,
What He has done
And to accept these distortions
Is to
Push Glory’s embrace and
Spit at Beauty’s face
For the way of the world
Is a blind subversion
Against The
Holy
Holy
Holy God

‘Cause He said
He bought you with a price
His beloved Son, Jesus Christ
No need to chase this and that
Turn back
He has been chasing after you
That is fact
Are you lost?
Are you broken?
Well in Him you are loved
Not just accepted,
Chosen
He is Father.
And from enemy you became
His son, His daughter
Can the world just please know that
They are
Children, royal heirs
Not tools
Not meat
Not slaves
To tree fibers flattened together
To the ogling eyes of men
Just as ***** and blind as theirs

It’s an honor that this
We Christians know
In the world we are tasked
The Truth we must show
So do not conform
To these unattainable norms
Take heart
Set yourself apart
For tomorrow is the due
The Lord will do amazing things among you

Remember:
One coin is one vote
For the kind of world we want to see
For the kind of world we want to be
Ponder
That those trash are only made and sold
Because people lust over those worldly strongholds
So, make certain
That the things that you buy
That the votes that you cast are for
Modesty, security, purity,
God’s name, God’s glory.
The icons, the trends we
Have been following,
It’s time to start leading

Do not falter
This generation we can alter
No need to be economists, politicians, or preachers
Just as Christian consumers
We have the power
Those are not mere dull coins or crumpled bills in your hands
You know what it is?
**That is the future
This is a spoken word poem that we had to do for an English project.
Marge Redelicia Oct 2013
Let's take a walk
And watch how everything
Starts

Smell the sweet fragrance of flowers blossoming,
The rich aroma of pan de sal baking
In the crisp air not too polluted.
Hear the ringing of coffee being stirred,
The sizzling of golden eggs in a pan,
The rattling of trees as they sway with the breeze,
The chirping of birds playing above you,
The chatting of vendors about the news, and
The chuckling of grandfathers as they reminisce their youths.

To this nocturnal generation
Who loves to stay up all night
And sleep in 'til noon:
Add some wonder in your life
By exploring the morning,
The dawning, beginning,
The birthing
Of the same situations
Probably problems*
But new opportunities.
Add some wonder in your life by waking up early!
Marge Redelicia Oct 2013
Munch on some
       salty chips, chewy cookies, sandwiches of every spread,
            and of course instant cup noodles.
Sit back and tap your fingers to some
        tunes in that carefully constructed playlist.
Snuggle with that
        favorite stuffy bunny and catch up on sleep
While I---
I will keep my eyes open every moment,
        eager for the cinematic scene playing in the window
                of the Metro regressing back to its roots:
From the bustling city
with its mechanical hums and bright lights,
        to the sleepy village
        and its vintage stillness and simplicity,
                to the vast rice paddy
                like an emerald in the sunlight,
                        then to the thick, dense rain-forest
                        echoing melodic chirps and hoots.
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