Showing posts with label Ormoc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ormoc. Show all posts
The pen has fallen
the last page remains unwritten.
Neither one of us expected that it would be sooner than soon. Both of us knew that you were sick. Complicated diabetes, you said. But you always had your way of lightening grave matters and your sense of humor was an unfathomable abyss.
You were writing a book then. The real world of a jester. You said it's unfinished, but unfolding nicely and then....
__________________
For whom the bell tolls.
You once read that to us, years and years passed. Now the bells' tolling for you. I won't be there, you know. But I will pray for you.
_____________________
Thank you, dear and trusted friend
for everything.
Time seems too slow when we wait
Sometimes, we do not really know what we are expecting when we wait
I often tell myself that I will not wait anymore
But still, I end up waiting
Just waiting
My country is undeniably a third world country, surviving in the midst of warring political factions, corruption and exploitation.
In spite of this, I still hope for a better tomorrow as I ponder on how Europe survived its own dark years.
It must have been due to the vigilance of its people to minimize corruption (as it never seems to be totally eradicated).
As long as there will be people who will clamor for justice and peace...
as long as there will be those who will choose to naturally respond to their inner stirrings of compassion, prudence and truth...
as long as there will be those who will remain faithful to their nature as HUMAN PERSONS...
there is still hope for a better tomorrow...
for a dream of a new heaven and a new earth to truly exist.
In spite of this, I still hope for a better tomorrow as I ponder on how Europe survived its own dark years.
It must have been due to the vigilance of its people to minimize corruption (as it never seems to be totally eradicated).
As long as there will be people who will clamor for justice and peace...
as long as there will be those who will choose to naturally respond to their inner stirrings of compassion, prudence and truth...
as long as there will be those who will remain faithful to their nature as HUMAN PERSONS...
there is still hope for a better tomorrow...
for a dream of a new heaven and a new earth to truly exist.
We toil under the sun
Not for ourselves
but for our loved ones.
Not for ourselves
but for our loved ones.
Two motorcycles
going in opposite directions
They merge, seemingly one.
In a blink of an eye
they disengage
On to their respective destinations...
or destiny
"Touch... then, go."
Is it not the same with us?
There are millions and billions of people in the world
We do not meet all
We meet only a few
And these few are able to touch us
even as they go.
The intensity may not be the same
Some leave an impressive imprint
Others, merely a feeling of deja vu
But whatever impression there is
It was a meeting of
Touch... and go.
No sooner than our next hello
We go
Separately
Wondering if our next meeting will be
another case of touch and go.
Or forever gone.
Whatever reason there is
why cosmic energies brought us together
I cannot clearly tell
But I am grateful that we met
For I am enriched by that meeting
Hoping that I, too, have become a blessing
In this life's journey of touch and go.
going in opposite directions
They merge, seemingly one.
In a blink of an eye
they disengage
On to their respective destinations...
or destiny
"Touch... then, go."
Is it not the same with us?
There are millions and billions of people in the world
We do not meet all
We meet only a few
And these few are able to touch us
even as they go.
The intensity may not be the same
Some leave an impressive imprint
Others, merely a feeling of deja vu
But whatever impression there is
It was a meeting of
Touch... and go.
No sooner than our next hello
We go
Separately
Wondering if our next meeting will be
another case of touch and go.
Or forever gone.
Whatever reason there is
why cosmic energies brought us together
I cannot clearly tell
But I am grateful that we met
For I am enriched by that meeting
Hoping that I, too, have become a blessing
In this life's journey of touch and go.
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