#philippians
She tells me
Lumpia is her taste of home.
Traditions she had with her aunt when she was small
Hands *****
Dark hair messy,
But she smiled as she hovered over the hot oil.
Halika dito, Come here.
Gutom ka ba? Are you hungry?
She tells me
Her mother
Would have her scrub her nails,
Before sending her to set the first few servings
In the oil to fry.
She tells me
That warm phillipian-lumpia memories
Have their own special place
In her heart,
In her mind.
On her tongue.
Warm times standing speckled with youth.
She speaks soft sweet days to me
As she hands me the tongs to place the first servings in the pan.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
God of peace
God above
God to praise
God to love
God of truth
God so near
God is pure
God is here
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC
My life has never been a clear path,
In fact, I doubt there was a path in the first place.
I had to climb over trees, go through thorns, topple tyrants,
Swim upstream, and fight through storms.
For me, giving up is a safe passage way,
But on Earth, there is no safe place.
Every point in on my path that was clear,
I knew it wouldn't last,
Every eye of the hurricane I had,
I knew it wouldn’t last.
But I kept moving,
But I know I’m not alone.
I know this place isn't my home,
Nor anyplace on this Earth,
But I move on.
I do not belong on this blue, terrestrial ball,
Nor my citizenship belong to any country,
But I move on.
I know I am always being watched over,
Whether in valleys full of darkness,
Or the mountains that touch the sky.
He is, was, and forever will always be,
And he will always be there for me.
No shadow can cover his love,
Nor cloud darken his compassion.
He keeps my path straight,
And my feet upright.
He is my light in the mist,
My vision in stormy places.
Day to day, I strive to be like him,
But I fall short.
But do I give up, and take the easy way out?
No.
My journey isn't over, though.
I still have mountains to climb and valleys to cross.
All the while, I’m looking above, dreaming of a place
Where suffering will end, tears will be dried,
we will be healed and be with him, in glory.
My life has never been a clear path,
In fact, I doubt there was a path in the first place.
But I know my goal.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Every time I pray
For you, I thank God so much
For our strong friendship.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC