Hosea

Come back to me with all your heart, DON'T LET FEAR KEEP US APART. Trees do bend, though straight and tall; so must we to others call. Long have I waited for your coming home to me and living deeply our new life.

The wilderness will lead you to your HEART WHERE I WILL SPEAK. Integrity and justice with tenderness you shall know.

Long have I waited for your coming home to me and living deeply our new life.

You shall sleep secure with peace; faithfulness will be your joy. Long have I waited for your coming home to me and living deeply our new life.

-A song inspired by second chapter of the Old Testament book, Hosea.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Blessed Pope John Paul II visits me after his death

The papal chair used by Pope John Paul II at Mass in Davao City airport in 1981.
Mercy was stirred within my heart when the late Pope John Paul II was dying.

Watching in Davao City a live telecast from the Vatican in 2005, I decided to accompany him on his dying moment by uninterrupted recitations of the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy -- until he would breathe his last.

Days after his death, the Pope, clad in his light, creamy-yellow papal vestments, visited me in my poor, lowly house -- in my night sleep!

The two of us were sitting on a simple, wooden bench facing each other in the balcony of the hut; and we were "talking" as a father to a son and a son to a father.

It was "talking" in the spirit, soul to soul, eye to eye!!!

And I found myself sobbing; I woke up sobbing like a longtime yearning of my soul has been fulfilled.

Oh, that sobbing!

Those joy-tears of the soul!

I cannot help but remember the very moment I saw Pope John Paul the Second in person when he visited Davao City in 1981.

As he appeared on the Altar at the Davao City airport, climbing up the stairs to sit on the papal chair, I was sobbing like a child!

Admittedly, I had a personal wish which had longtime been buried in the deep recesses of my being. 

And this was: to be graced of a papal visit as happened to a selected few whose privilege I had a holy envy to. 

That wish met unexpected fulfillment when I let myself be a vessel of the Lord wherein God could exercise His Mercy to the Pope.

And the Blessed Pope, in return, fulfilled the secret yet forgotten desire of my soul.

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