The waves of blessings

I was standing in the shore of white sand, facing a great blue sea, the Gulf. 

A friend appeared great and huge and was standing left side of me. 

He was holding a wooden staff in his right hand and made a fine, single line of wave through it on the waters. 

The wave he made overtook three consecutive thick waves coming to me in the seashore. 

And the greatest and mightiest wave that seemed to reach the sky was freezing in the sea -- just like waiting for the first waves to reach the shore.

This is a dream. I had it sometime in September 2007. Before this, prophet Don told me to wait for a Divine Visitation from God through dreams, as the Lord had something to let me know of my future. It must be that dream. -Diary entry of June 7, 2008, 1:47 p.m.

The Spider-Man

The other night, the spider spat and spun a web to make a home. The next morning, man destroyed it to sweep clean his dwelling.

Last night, the spider spurted and knitted a web to build a home. This morning, man ravaged it again to sweep clean his dwelling.

Tonight, the same spider has spewed and coiled a web to remake and rebuild a home. Tomorrow morning, will man shatter it again to sweep clean his dwelling?

And the spider, will it redo its thing if thrice its home is ruined?

Whose faith will survive? The one that never gives up. 

The spider knows the truth. So does man.

Leveled mountain

The greatness of a mountain stood in a big city by the sea.
Between the mountain and the seas, a man saw himself standing.
A blink of an eye and the mountain flattened. A bulldozer and a driver leveled it down.
No more mountain in his eyes, he could see the other side.
He turned his face to the seas and it became as crystal.
Candy wrappers of five or less and old wood of sun-dried fragments were afloat on only little surface.
And in the deepness of the seas, he saw the soul of a mother swimming like a dolphin in the speed of a bullet - jubilant - frolicking - spirited - but joy was unwritten on her face.
A mountain of struggle no more, a sea of almost perfect pureness, and a time of great rejoicing and peace.
But the soul aches for life beyond earth.

Heart on the pavement

We know not what love is -- until Love Itself touches us.

When we realize we are loved, we begin the journey to share this Love that we, Its monstrance, are filled of.

But the road is not easy, the world is taught to hate what is lovely;

And question the motive behind those who try to love unconditionally.

We go on loving despite mockery and opposition.

It is full of thorns -- but thorns are part of loving.

Yet the fruits of love we begin to pick up, to love we never give up.

And the world will know the Love within us is but true.

Stubborn oysters

 

Why do you cling to a concrete seawall like you have found your place forever? 

Why can’t you be wandering — or be one with the sea instead? 

The sea is yet beginning to grow; and small splashes of low tides intermittently kiss you on a lower dyke. 

I can see you in your shell spitting water after every splash of sea wave you are stroked with. 

You are alive. 

What if the sea is even nowhere in sight? Can you survive the scorching heat of the sun? 

You seem to be dead when dry and resurrected when hit by the waves. 

Is that your permanent abode, oysters? You’re not, little stubborn creations. 

Your flesh will soon be rooted up and eaten. Is that what you are called for? 

Oysters cannot hear me, for the great waters have come.

Solitude

A lone, pensive bird perching on a street wire, a note of music to a soul in solitude.

Nothing is missing

Something was missing; or was it someone she missed? Someone came, she loved, thinking it could fill her emptiness. But no! She sinned because it was a sin to love him. And yet, she stayed. 

Something was still missing inside; or was it someone she wanted? Life went on; but it was a life of sufferings. A harvest of seeds sown in the past. Unable to walk, unable to eat, unable to speak; but able to shed tears.  

Something was still missing within; or was it Someone she needed? She remembered the Lord because the Lord let her remember Him. She repented; accepted Christ Jesus into her heart; served Him in silence; and b.r.e.a.t.h.e.d. her last. 

Nothing is missing now, for the Lord fills the longing of the soul.

Simply live

When life is young, joy is simple – mind, innocent;

when life grows up, joy is inhibited; mind, sophisticated;

and when life grows old, wisdom is gained:

life is more beautiful when

simply lived.

And the long wait is over

You had waited long enough and – now – see. 

Had you not stretched your waiting, you would not have seen the one you are seeing today. 

One thing that must keep you from waiting on is fear of night. 

Just be; but do wait, for waiting does pay and repay the ‘wait-er.’ 

It may only be delayed but it will surely come – even before the night comes.

Ode to Tonette

Beautiful, indeed, it is that we discover each other in this journey called life. And the discovery that has taken place between us is divinely ordained. It is a connection between our two souls. It is the Spirit that is alive between us -- the Spirit of God -- that connects us to each other. We are both inspired with each other because we are of the same spirit. We will still be friends even in the beyond.

Man is an island

I am a man and I am an island -- but an island which builds bridges to reach out to other islands, isles and islets in the ocean of the world. I am connected, I re-connect. Interconnections take place. I am loved -- thus, I love. I am a man and an island interconnected to other islands of the globe becoming as one big whole continent.

The leaf

A soft, delicate and pale-green bud pops up from a bough and grows into a thick, wide and darkened leaf. 

Its tender stalk makes a sturdy branch in age. And from there sprouts seven other outgrowths – one after the other. 

The leaf outlives storms and droughts, but not its hues. It turns yellow, gold and orange. Its grip fails; it falls to the ground. 

The sun smiles at it. The moist is lost; its weight, light. It browns and it burns. 

The white smoke rises and kisses the leaves still green and clinging. It goes up to the blue and turns into a cloud. 

It rains down drizzles; the leaves wash off dust from its faces. Drops drip; roots sip all. 

It roams in the veins of the trunk and branches; and it exits through the pores of the foliage as pure air.  

It ascends the heavens; and the Big Nose finally breathes it in.

Know fear!

Why are you afraid of fear when fear itself is afraid of you and everything under and above the sun: it is powerless; only, we give it power when we let ourselves be afraid. Then, fear itself magnifies. We may be afraid at times: or, most times, if we are honest; be afraid – yes! – but let fear see it not.

TV networks and rainbows

I was walking one sunrise in the latter part of the year that passed and I was thinking about the No. 7.

In the street, a man on a T-shirt was coming to the way of my feet: on his front was a print that seemed to jump out into my spirit. 

A print of a logo of a TV network! 

A step or two and my eyes landed on an ad of a new year calendar by a printing shop. 

And my heart throbbed like it knew what it was all about. 

Days before the end of the old year, I saw the grandest rainbow I had seen in my life ever -- wide and vivid, it arched from the sea to a big city. 

And on the tenth day of the year just birthed, on the same spot as before, two rainbows appeared: one bigger yet pale; the other, slender yet thick. 

And side by side with each other, they curved mightily together!

Endless waiting

Waiting all day, but still waiting at the approach of twilight. 

Will you stop and resume tomorrow? What if it arrives a minute before night tonight and tomorrow doesn't come at all? 

Ah, waiting still, you must to catch up with the one you are waiting for.

Wide-winged

Wide-winged

butterflies 

of green 

and large petals 

of orchid pink 

swarm leafless 

branches 

of a tree, 

a tree 

almost 

whole.