The Poetic Architect

The Poetic Architect May 27

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I didn’t flinch
When the flowers bloomed—
they always do.
But the season that carried you back,
That’s what shook me.

Lately,
My heart leans toward your name.
I try to tell myself
I’m okay,
That I’ve built a life
without your echo—
But some lies are soft enough to live in.

I’m tired of wrestling
With meanings,
Of asking today
What it wants from me.
Even the future has gone quiet—
Its silence feels like mercy
Or warning.

I loved.
That much is certain.
Even when doubt whispered in the dark,
Even when the questions circled
and never landed.

Still,
I wanted to be the one
Who loved without needing answers,
Who held space
For the storm and the calm.

If I failed then, I carry that.
But today—
Today I choose stillness,
I choose prayer,
Hope shaped like a silhouette
In a dream I can’t forget.

This is what faith has carved in me:
I was once breaking, quietly,
But I didn’t fall through.

I’m still here.
Still standing.
Still waiting
For peace
To bloom again.

#random #bloomfields #light

The Poetic Architect May 25

Remembered

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You heard me—
didn’t You?
Before my breath remembered shape,
You were already in the room
beneath the silence.

Sometimes I wonder—
why do You knock
before the door forgets it’s closed?
Why so soon,
so loud,
so gentle?

I didn’t believe in these things—
not the wind that speaks,
not the hush that burns.
But You— You’re God!
You’ve always been different.
And I,
always unraveling
in the sound of Your name.

This fragment—
the one I’ve hidden
under bone and memory—
You held it like it was Yours,
whispered it back to me
in a voice that felt like mine.

I know—
Your clocks are not my clocks.
Your roads curve where mine end.
Still,
I ask.

But I remember
who You are—
how You turn present pain
into seeds
for futures I cannot see.

So take it—
this now,
this ache,
this unopened hour—
and write it
into whatever tomorrow
You’ve already dreamed.

#wisdom #lord

The Poetic Architect May 25

The Gift I Forgot to Open

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It rained.
The sky trembled,
and so did I—
waking in the hush of lateness,
a body unraveling in silence.
Illness came not like thunder,
but like memory—
quiet and overdue.

Weeks ago,
voices too young to understand
asked me things I couldn’t answer.
I smiled.
But something inside
went missing.
So I closed the door
before the next knock.
I named it fear,
but maybe it was a kind of vanishing—
the way I’ve always slipped through
before connection could tether me.

Trust—
a thin, brittle bridge
between islands.
I walked it once.
Now I float
in my own weather.

I thought
I was finished breaking.
That the years had made me whole.
But strength is not stillness.
And even stone remembers
how to fall.

There were worries
I tore from my own hands,
pages I left blank
so no one could read me.
And yet—
this morning,
I unwrapped something fragile
I had wrapped in forgetting.

And it was me.
Still here.
Still trying to become.

#self #sickness #time

The Poetic Architect May 9

Revive

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…
They bloom without question,
Then vanish in rhythm.

No one ever sees the final surrender,
Its quiet return,
The sky’s last tear—
The ground’s soft ache.

But fall is not a loss—
It is rest,
A pause,
A stillness
Holding the shape of return.

While Love, unnamed,
Waits in the marrow of time,
Ready to rise
When nothing expects it.

The Poetic Architect May 4

Echoes

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How would you like to keep your heart?
Tell me.
Taken by the world?
Or settled...
in your truth,
your real identity?

'Cause listen—
Many walk around hollow,
No sensitivity in their speech,
Throwing words like daggers
Never stopping to see who bleeds.

The hurt...
Yeah, yeah—
Hurt people hurt people.
But let me tell you something—
In this world?
In this real life?
The hurt…
still get hurt.
Again.
And again.

And they’re tired.
Tired.
Of trusting—
Just to lose it all
All over
Again.

And then act like
Nothing.
Ever.
Happened.

They carry that pain—
But it ain't just pain,
It's trauma
From way back—
Childhood days
Teenage haze
And all those late-night,
"What if I had…?"
conversations
They never say out loud.

Worries for tomorrow?
Yeah.
Stacked like cages
Inside their chest.
Each breath—
A protest,
A plea,
A whisper that says:
"Please… let it stop."

But still…
They breathe.
Not ‘cause it’s easy.
Not ‘cause it doesn’t ache.

They breathe
‘Cause deep down—
Somewhere in the cracks,
Where the light still gets in—
They believe.

Believe that maybe,
One day,
The tears that fall in silence
Will finally be seen.

And someone,
Somehow,
Will wipe them away—
Gently.
Like they matter.

The Poetic Architect Mar 1

Dwelling Place

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I sink in the vast oceans of grace,
I wait for You, my Lover,
The One who loves my soul,
My Redeemer who lives and reigns forever.

Even the elders bow before You,
Their voices lift in endless praise, singing, "Holy, holy, holy,"
A symphony that never ceases—
We were created for one purpose: to worship You eternally.

Beautiful are You,
And beautiful are all Your works.
You are the Light that guides my path,
Never ignoring a single cry of mine,
You answer and comfort, holding me close in Your embrace.

In my victories and my deepest distress,
You are always present; You are my rock, my foundation.
You have built my life upon a solid foundation,
And written my name in Your eternal Book of Life.

I wonder, what could the Heavens truly be like—
Without You, could they even be called Heaven?
I gaze at the sky, searching,
But when I look within my heart,
I find You already there, dwelling within me.

The Poetic Architect Feb 23

Himlay

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Papuri at Pagsamba —
‘Yan ang alay ko Sa’yo aking Ama.
Dalisay ang ‘Yong Pagsinta,
Balewala ang lahat ng mga nagniningning
Sa kalangitan, maging sa buong kalawakan.

Ikaw ang Hari at nag-iisa Ka,
Wala Kang katulad,
Walang kapantay —
Ni walang kalaban
Pagkat siya’y Iyong tinapakan na,
Ginapi ng Iyong kapangyarihan.

Ikaw ang nangingibabaw,
Sa puso kong walang ibang hangad
Kundi ang Iyong presensya,
Ang Iyong kagandahang
Balang araw ay masasaksihan ko rin.

Kusa Mo akong binabago
Maging ang bawat tibok ng puso ko.
Damdamin ko’y higit na sa mundo,
At wala akong ibang nasilayang
Mas maliwanag pa Sa’yo.

Ang linaw ng Iyong intensyon,
Hindi Mo itinago ang Pag-ibig Mo.
Na kahit saang lupalop ng mundo,
Nahahanap Mo ang puso ko
At nakikita Kita —
Nang napakaganda.

Kakaibang pakiramdam
Na hindi ko naranasan sa iba.
Sinasamahan Mo ako,
Sinasabayan.
Pero nauuna ang Iyong mga hakbang,
Ang mga yapak ****
Kapayapaan ang hain sa aking pagkauhaw.
At Hindi Mo ako binibitawan.

Ikaw ang Aking Ama,
At ako ang Iyong anak dahil kay Kristo Hesus,
Ang yakap Mo’y sapat sa bawat araw,
Ang mga Salita Mo’y lakas ko sa maghapon.

Akala ko nga noon,
Sa’yo akong uuwi
At Ikaw ang magiging pahinga ko.
Pero kahit pala wala pa ako
Sa Tahanang sinasabi Mo,
Ay nandito Ka na sa akin.

Ginawa **** Tahanan ang puso ko,
Na dati ang mundo lamang ang laman.
Hindi ka lang isang bisita,
Nanirahan ka pa sa Akin
Na noong una’y hindi ko maintindihan.
At sobra-sobra ang binago Mo
Sa loob kong inaanay at inaalikabukan.

Wala na akong nagawa pa,
Bumitaw na ako sa mundo,
At sinalo Mo ako.
Ikaw na ang bahala sa buhay ko.
Sa’yo na ‘‘to at sa’yo na ako.

#tagalog #poetry #tula #jesus #faith