The Poetic Architect

The Poetic Architect May 2021

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.

The Poetic Architect May 2021

Pulang Laso

Ang bawat salitang bibitawa’y
Mistulang mga butil ng ulan.
Dahan-dahang tutuksuhin ang damdaming
Hindi mawari kung saan nga ba lulugar.

At unti-unting magtatago at maglalaho,
Gaya ng mga imahe sa panaginip
Na minsa’y nagigising na lamang --
Kupas na ang mga alaala.

Naglaho at nagbago,
Tulad ng gabing mapanlinlang.
Tulad ng pag-aalinlangan
Kung bubuhos na ba ang unang patak ng ulan
O mananatili’t makapaghihintay
Kung sino ang taya; kung sino ang handa na.

Hindi ko lubos maisip
Na ang tadhana pala ay may katapusan,
At ito’y matagal nang dumaong
Sa kawalan ng tiwala.

At gaya ng mapanuksong dahong
Sumasalo sa luha ng langit,
Siya rin pala'y bibigay at mapapagod --
Mapapagod at lilihis hanggang pangako'y mapako.

Naubusan ang bawat katauhan
Ng sandatang mas masakit pa sa ligaw na bala.
Hindi na rin nila naggawang humanap ng paraan
Para likumin ang minsang mga butil
Na ngayo'y karagatan na.

Naubusan na rin ng mga salitang maibibigkas
Pero minsan din naman nilang sinambit,
Na “ako’y handa na."
Nagtuturuan at nagtutulakan,
Kung sino ba ang may sala.
Ang rosas na alaala, ngayo'y tinik na sinusuka.

Humahampas ang agos ng nakaraan
Sa mga pusong nanamlay habang naghihintay.
Marahil, napagod nga sila
O talagang naubos na ang alas
Sa kani-kanilang mga baraha.

Naulit nga lang ba ang nakaraan?
O ito ang katapusan ng kanilang sumpaan?
Pagkat minsan na ring nalumbay
Buhat sa distansyang pumagitan sa kanila
Ngunit sa pagitan ng “oo” at “hindi,”
Hindi na nila nagawang sumabay.

Ang bigat na kargo ng isa’y
Hindi na kinayang pasanin ng isa pa.
At sa sabay na pagtalikod
Ay namutawi ang poot at tampo.

Hanggang sa dulo ng sinasabi nilang “simula”
Ay naging hangganan na.
At naputol ang pulang lasong itinali nang sabay.
Sabay nga silang nangarap,
Ngunit sabay din silang naubos.

#relationship #choices #love #distance #end #life

The Poetic Architect May 2021

Dear Self, You Spoil Me Like a River

My roots may have adapted for years —
Many celebrate when I’m in victory
But I found no one In the long run of misery.

And this pace was tiring,
It has left me hanging —
Clueless about what’s ahead,
Murky days ahead,
It’s as if.. combing the strands of my hair in white,
With a gentle touch from my weary fingertips.

And maybe, just maybe
You know I’ve been lying to myself lately.
If I could just retire for a moment.
A moment that could snap toward the future,
A moment that could bounce me back to the past,
Or even freeze me like Captain America.

If I could just pull myself up from the mirror,
And maybe exchange names with somebody else.
Someone better than me,
Someone good enough,
Someone whose best
Could fit in this demanding society.

I still can’t get over such thoughts,
I can’t even recover
From the pain that haunts me
Every time I try to seek the light.

“It’s easy,” they’ll tell you
But their absence was the only constant thing
To be present all this time.

As I said: it was a long run —
Of resisting this agenda in my head,
“I’m not good enough.”
How I wish to be torn between two lovers,
But it was between the old and new me.
How could I love myself then?

The Poetic Architect May 2021

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

The Poetic Architect May 2021

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!

The Poetic Architect May 2021

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.

The Poetic Architect May 2021

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.