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People of today are HURTING,
This is an ISSUE that is very CONCERNING,
It SHOWS in their DEMEANOR,
IT'S DISCERNING,
A HELPING HAND is what
they are YEARNING.

A SHOULDER to LEAN ON,
to WEEP and to CRY,
FOR SOMEONE to CARE and
to be by THEIR SIDE.

To VENT, DECOMPRESS, and
for YOU to LEND AN EAR.
To LET GO of FRUSTRATIONS and
also their FEARS.

HOLDING ON TO GRUDGES
FROM SO MANY YEARS,

The HURTING, the PAIN,
the LOSSES and the GAINS,
THE HEALING IS A PROCESS, but
The SUFFERING, IT REMAINS!!!

ASK GOD FOR HIS GUIDANCE,
HE WILL SHOW YOU THE WAY,
THE PEOPLE ARE HURTING,
GIVES US COMFORT, THIS I PRAY!!!


B.R.
Date: 6/8/2024
reyftamayo Aug 2020
At sumibol ang mga mapagbunying isipan
sa makapal na balat ng lupa.
ang pinagtatakhan ko lang ay bakit
tila tinatangay tayo ng malakas na
daluyong ng karunungan patungo sa dagat
ng kalituhan?
ito ba'y matatawag na kamangmangan
sa sarili o sakit na nagdudulot ng
panghihinang tumayo sa paa,
na taas ang noo, at may pagkukusa?
ano nga kaya ang nagtatago sa likod
nitong makulay na isipan?

nanatili ang karamihan na pikit-mata
sa pagtanggap ng mga kaisipan ng kapwa
habang ang iilan ay abala sa
paghubog ng mga bagong panaginip
na syang lililok o lilipol sa
buong sanlibutan.
hindi man sinasadya, o inaasahan,
nagsilbing mantsa sa puso't puson
ang mga panaginip na ito.
kahit na sa mga pagkakataong
sarado tayo.
walang malay nating sinasagap
ang mga pakalat-kalat na talino
na para bang pagkain kung ito'y
manukso sa nagugutom na kalamnan.
kahit pa ito'y ikamatay,
mapagbigyan lamang
ang uhaw na nararamdaman.
hanggang sa tuluyan na itong
umalipin sa sinumang magtangka
na kumawala.

o sumpa ng galit na apoy
ng nagbabagang impyerno?
tayo lang ang inaasahang sumaksi,
maging alin mang panig
ay tama o mali.
malaya tayong mag-isip
at mawalan ng saysay na parang
alikabok sa higanteng pusod
ng mabangis na lipunan.
o kaya naman, palihim na sumibol
sa gitna ng disyerto
kahit na nag-iisa.
showyoulove May 2014
Be still, my soul, and open
For, in the silence, words are spoken
Soft and sometimes a whisper still
If we listen we just might hear God's will.

The spirit is a funny thing: a gentle quiet breeze
And powerful enough to bring me to my knees.
So when the spirit is moving, knocking at my heart
I am called to respond and to do my part.

It prompts, and it nudges, it calls me out when I've done wrong
And no matter where I go it always comes along.
It guides me, and teaches how to live love and act,
And it helps me to know what is lie and what is fact.

There are so many voices, my attention they all seek
I try to hear the spirit but it seems so small and weak.
How do I tell that it's the spirit that I should obey?
How can I be sure that it's not mine, but God's will and way?

Help me Lord to be open that in doing so I might find
A heart that beats for You alone, that I may respond in kind!

— The End —