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11:45 AM
042019

I enter into Your presence
Oh let me into Your glory
You're full of wonders and freedom
Victory is in Your Name!

I know You won't stumble me
You answered me even before I call
You heard my heart as I cry out
Your comfort is my strength and joy.

In every season, I will praise You
You're ever there, I will lift You higher.
041719

Every day it costs me "strength" to see a movie,
But it's much more a reality than an epic fantasy,
I call it "season" as the sun rises:
Birds chirping as an act of worship --
Even nature hymns for your might and glory!
Then, I'll be home -- beat my body
At the end breaking of the dawn.

You set fire like a burning furnace
Sprinkling every thirsty soul
And in Your pages is undying Truth,
Life for those who trust,
Lamp unto every foot, no lost cannot be found --
You're the hope for those who lose heart
And they'll take a stand, as they gain courage on the Cross,
Power is in Your might.

Past is less than a heartbeat
In the sound of the trumpet which awaits
And one day or two, there'll be no boasting of minutes.

You're such a good, good spoiler after all!
You're all-knowing yet all Truths,
You offered to us at hand
What a gift to this generation!

You speak no play, no deception
So real as how the skies depict its beauty -- never lies.
And one day, it is "gain" in the blink of an eye.

It is a joy to enter Your rest
No more tears, no more fantasies
As how the movie rolls --
Just You and the Heavens and all praise are Yours!
This is a movie and it's coming soon!
Jesus is coming soon!
0219

God’s provision is manna to keep,
Manna to embrace,
Manna to enjoy.

Under the heavens, one can burst into complain
When he knows not the worth
Of even a single drop pouring like rain.

While the others rejoice —
Dancing in the moonlight, in the fiercest milky way
For his prayers have been answered,
His tears, he knows are worth keeping in a bottle.

One can roar like a lion in desperation:
And so he starves but neither he was killed by others’ bow
Nor the strong cravings in his belly
But by grumbling with his poisonous words
Like wearing a snake as a scarf on his neck.

One can ask for more that are outside of his reach,
But there is one who before he asks,
has already been greatly received.

His grips are not on his pocket,
Not even on the purses which were secondhand,
But it’s a grip of one who is courageous enough —
The one whose arrows are not traded to the west,
Nor does his shield echo while in defense of his keeps.
The one who knows whom he truly trusts:
A trademark of a mighty warrior,
Never peeling in deceit.

Two eyes can be set on the same red sparrow
But in the goodbye of the mist,
Truth is still the truth, there’ll be no hidden things.
One eye blurs into the abyss of fire
While the other is embraced with the kiss of the heavens.

We can choose to be one who is choked by his words —
The one whose sword is in his golden chest,
Never knowing the bleeding of his heart,
The one whose spirit is mourning alive.

But rather be the one who is the recipient of grace,
Melody is the Sun, shone on his face
The one whose greatest weapon is the decree of his heart.

He thirsts for instructions,
Knowing the throne isn’t his.
He dwells in the court of corrections, disowning his pride —
So be the one whose trust is never in his might.
Numbers 11:17-20
And I will come down and talk with you there. And I will take some of the Spirit that is on you and put it on them, and they shall bear the burden of the people with you, so that you may not bear it yourself alone. And say to the people, Consecrate yourselves for tomorrow, and you shall eat meat, for you have wept in the hearing of the Lord, saying, “Who will give us meat to eat? For it was better for us in Egypt.” Therefore the Lord will give you meat, and you shall eat. You shall not eat just one day, or two days, or five days, or ten days, or twenty days, but a whole month, until it comes out at your nostrils and becomes loathsome to you, because you have rejected the Lord who is among you and have wept before him, saying, “Why did we come out of Egypt?”’”
The absence of work deactivates faith.
- SYL
Nagtago ang mga parilya sa kalupaan
Habang sila'y kusang nagpahimlay sa pagsisilbing lakas t tuntungan
Siguro, naisip din nilang ayos lang mapasailalim
Kung ito nama'y marangal at bubuo sa bukas at ngayon.

Habang sila'y sama-samang ipinagbibigkis
Ay mas lalo silang nakatatamo ng sugat mula sa isa't isa
Hindi nila ininda ang dumi o kahit na ang agos
Na posibleng yumurak sa kanilang mga pagkatao.

Sa aking pagtingala mula sa pagkasisid sa kalaliman ng kanilang mga adhikain
Ay nasasaksihan ko ang pag-usad ng mas matitibay pang haligi
Na dito sa ating baya'y may iilan ding tunay na tatayo
At nanaising maging tuntungan ng iba para sa higit na pagsulyap sa araw
Sila'y kapit-bisig sa pag-aalay ng dugo't pawis
Para sa ikuunlad ng kabuuan.

At unti-unting mahuhulog na tila nagkakalansingang mga barya
Ang mga may buo ang loob.
At sa pagbibilang ko ng mga araw ay walang pakundangan silang magiging isa
At malilimot na rin ng iilan na minsan, sila'y may pagkakaiba --
Na minsan, sila'y pinulot at hinugasan
At ngayon sila'y nagbago mula sa pagiging kupas na larawan.
Bayani --
Sa tuwing nagtatapo ang aking kanang kamay at ang aking dibdib
Doon ko mas naisasaisip at naisasapuso ang pagiging isang Pilipino
Na hindi ako isang banyagang titirik sa malaparaisong lupain
At panandaliang mabibihagni sa mga likas na yaman
O mismong sa mga modernong Maria Clara
O mga aktibisang nagmistulang mga bayani
Sa kanilang walang pag-imbot
Sa pagsulong nang may paninindigan
Sa kani-kanilang ideolohiya.

Sa araw-araw kong pagbibilad sa araw
At pagharap sa bawat pagsubok na minsang nakapapatid at nakapagpapatalisod,
Ni minsa'y hindi ko pinangarap na gawaran ng salitang "bayani."

Dito sa aking Bayang, "Perlas ng Silanganan,"
Ako'y nahubog maging sanay at buo ang loob
Hindi ng mga kahapong idinaan na sa hukay
At nagsilbing bihag ng kasaysayan at rebolusyon,
Bagkus ng sariling karanasang
Nagbukas sa aking ulirat
Na may iba pa palang pintuan patungo sa kahapon.
At pupwede ko palang matuklasan
Na hindi lamang sa mga nag-alay ng buhay sa sariling bayan
Maihahambing ang katuturan ng mahiwagang salita.

Paano nga ba na sa bawat pagsilang ng araw at pagbukod ng mga ulap sa kanya
Ay maituturing ko ang sarili bilang isang bayani?
Nagigising ako na pinamumunuan hindi lamang ng isang pangulo
Kundi ng mga katauhan na siya ring nagbibigay kabuluhan sa pagrespeto ko sa aking sarili
At sa tuwing nag-aalay ako ng mga hakbang at padyak sa pampublikong mga lugar
Ay nahahaluan ang aking pagkatao ng mga abo ng mga nagtapos na sa serbisyo
At tila ba sa kaloob-looban ko ay may sumisigaw na hindi ko alam kung ano
At sumisira sa mga pintuang minsan ko nang sinubukang sipain
Ngunit hindi naman ako pinagbuksan.

Masasabi kong natuto akong hindi sumuko sa laban ng aking buhay
Pagkat ako rin pala'y may pinaglalaban
Hindi ko ninais na maging talunan sa bawat paglisan ng araw sa kabundukang minsan ko na ring inakyat at pinagmasdan
Akala ko hanggang doon na lamang ako
Na ang buhay ko'y hindi isang nobelang magiging mukha sa salapi
At pagkakaguluhan saan man sila magdako
Ngunit minsa'y limot na ang halaga.

Dito sa aking istorya'y hindi ko maipagmamalaking ako ay isang bayani --
Ngunit sa kabila ng paglaganap ng demokrasya
Ay nais ko pa ring makasalamuha ang kahigpitan ng hustiya
Nang sa gayo'y masilaya't malasap ko ring mahalaga pa rin sa lahat
Ang pagbuwis ng mga buhay --
Silang mga pinagbunyi o silang nilimot ng sarili nilang mga kababayan.

Gusto kong manatili bilang isang Pilipinong may dangal sa aking pagkatao
Na ako'y titingala hindi dahil ako'y nagmamataas
Bagkus sagisag at bunga ito ng paghilom sa akin ng may Likha
At isang grasya ang buhay na hindi ko nanaising itapon sa wala.

Hindi ako magbibigay-pugay sa watawat na walang kamuang-muang
Na ang aking laban ay tapos na.
Hindi ako magpapadaig sa lipunang maaaring bumagsak sa kahit anong pagkakataon
Kapag ito'y nakalimot sa Ngalang higit na tanyag sa kanya.
At kung ito ang magiging dahilan para ako'y maliko sa ibang ideolohiya'y
Lilisanin ko na lamang ang aking pagkatao --
Ngunit ako'y madiing magpapatuloy sa aking lakaring higit pa sa pagka-Pilipino
Kahit na ang mga tungkuling nasa harap ko'y hindi pa lubos na malinaw
Pero pangako --
Hindi ako titigil.

Oo, pupuwede akong magsimula sa wala
Pero ako ay may mararating
At marahil bukas o sa makalawa,
Kung tayo lamang ay magpapatuloy sa pakikibaka para sa ating mga paniniwala'y
Magiging higit pa tayo sa mga bayani.
At hindi mahalaga kung tayo'y limutin ng bukas
Gaya ng paghawi ng masidhing hangin sa mga ulap na emosyonal.

Ayos lang --
Pagkat sa likod ng mga kurtina nang walang humpay na palakpakan
Ay naroon ang tunay na mga bayani
Na hindi sigaw at mga pagbubunyi ang mithiin.
Hindi ginto’t mga pilak ang maibubulsa sa kamatayan
Bagkus ang makapaglingkod sa bayan na may bukal na puso't malinis na konsensya
At kalakip nito ang higit pa sa mga pamanang medalya ng kasaysayan.

Sa muling pagkikita, salubong ng ating mga ninuno
Ay mabubuksan ang ating pagkatao sa isang paraisong patay na ang kabayanihan.
Doon, sama-sama nating lilisanin ang ganid na administrasyon
At hihipuin ang galit ng lambing ng Liwanag na higit pa sa milyong mga lampara
At doon lamang natin lubos na maaakap ang pagiging isang "bayani."
I thought surrender is that easy —
Like the flowing river
So natural to begin with itself
And last in its bestowed
Eternity.

I hope to ponder for another time
Like shifting the clock
And be wise as the future foretells
That I could ever throw a line
To the Captain of the sky
As I whisper through my tears
So He could catch me
In the middle of longingness and satisfaction.

Maybe this time,
I could truly call for hope
And receive what I’ve uttered
In every prophetic season
When I was relieved with assurance
That there’s a prerequisite to “help.”

And so later in these milli-seconds counting
One palm could rest on another
As if raising a voice but always in silence.

Maybe I could always yearn for more
And even learn more
Urge no more toward the death of a dream
And start to glide
Like a kite without wings.
My re-writing this piece:

PREREQUISITE TO HELP
i
I thought surrender is that easy —
Like a flowing river
So natural to begin with itself
And last in its bestowed
Eternity.
ii
I hope to ponder for another time
In another space
Like shifting the clock,
Switching personas
Or even by holding the time in its deepest sleep.
iii
I still have left myself in the picture
Of being wise as the future foretells
That I could ever throw a line to the Captain of the sky
As I whisper by my tears
So He could catch and match my need
In the midst of “I can” and “I can’t”
In the midst of hope and loss
And in the midst of cost and cause.
iii
Maybe I could still yearn for more
To even learn for more,
And urge no more towards the death of a dream
And start to glide
Like a kite without fallen wings.
iv
Maybe this time,
I could truly dwell in hope
And tear down every wall that cost nothing
In building and finishing a cause
That even matters more than naked eyes.
v
And so when I receive what I’ve uttered in spiritual realm
In every prophetic seasons —
Where I was relieved with assurance
That there’s a prerequisite to “help.”
vi
And so later in these milli-seconds of counting of time
Everything is dealt in not-so-hidden reason
Of the returning of a Son.
One palm could finally rest to another
As if raising a voice, always in silence
But in time —
Will truly fulfill what’s written in no schemes.
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