(Be Relevant)
By a beading table, is where i sit,
a few steps across a desktop corner,
a sky-lighted, cozy space, a vantage
point where i see and hear clearly, as
i'm easily heard and seen...close to
the kitchen, where home scenes and
sounds...and scents of home-made
food, inspire and influence creativity.
here is where i mend torn garments,
repair anything that must be mended.
here, i'm found when my presence,
my sentiments and advice are sought,
when they ask what's for dinner, or,
just wanna hug...reasons for one's
existence, speak loud, just as my
thoughts...speak loud, too.
"is this why i'm here in this world?
why i was created here, and not in
other livable spaces in the universe?"
purposes and roles come to mind,
when hope is nowhere, and thoughts
of an ungrateful world, an ungrateful
surrounding, drag on...
while the rest are still hushed by
the twilight of dawn, my eyes are
half-closed, but the mind is already
up and about...deaf and blind to
disappointments and frustrations,
oblivious to estrangements,
because,
family...is always a priority.
no arguments, just a choice...to
live through this purpose-driven life,
to be relevant,
to be involved, to be a part of the
whole...as long as time allows.
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sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 15, 2021
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 9:43 PM UTC
(Be Relevant)
By a beading table, is where i sit,
a few steps across a desktop corner,
a sky-lighted, cozy space, a vantage
point where i see and hear clearly, as
i'm easily heard and seen...close to
the kitchen, where home scenes and
sounds...and scents of home-made
food, inspire and influence creativity.
here is where i mend torn garments,
repair anything that must be mended.
here, i'm found when my presence,
my sentiments and advice are sought,
when they ask what's for dinner, or,
just wanna hug...reasons for one's
existence, speak loud, just as my
thoughts...speak loud, too.
"is this why i'm here in this world?
why i was created here, and not in
other livable spaces in the universe?"
purposes and roles come to mind,
when hope is nowhere, and thoughts
of an ungrateful world, an ungrateful
surrounding, drag on...
while the rest are still hushed by
the twilight of dawn, my eyes are
half-closed, but the mind is already
up and about...deaf and blind to
disappointments and frustrations,
oblivious to estrangements,
because,
family...is always a priority.
no arguments, just a choice...to
live through this purpose-driven life,
to be relevant,
to be involved, to be a part of the
whole...as long as time allows.
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:::::::::::
::::::
:::
sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 15, 2021
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