Showing posts with label smoke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smoke. Show all posts

Friday, February 15, 2019

Photo vision: A cloud smoke over San Pedro Cathedral

Note: The laptop computer that has been entrusted to this blog is experiencing trouble, specifically because of the adapter malfunction. Without a new replacement of the adapter which costs PHP1,200.00, the computer is impossible to be accessed to upload the photo intended for this post. A prayerful support for this need is needed. -fdivinemercy

Thursday, February 14, 2019

A vision of smoke

I entered the Cathedral earlier tonight after the Mass. While I was seated in the pew, I noticed a fog or a smoke thinly blended in the atmosphere inside the Cathedral. I asked someone who sat a short distance from me if she saw the same thing. She said, she saw nothing of the kind.

Thursday, November 09, 2017

The black smoke

"Walay aso nga makumkom!" is a local maxim literally translated as: "No smoke can ever be held or hidden by the hand!" If someone is playing with fire secretly and does the best he can to hide it, hiding it and keeping it hidden is futile since smoke rises when fire breaks out; and nobody can ever hold or hide smoke. In the photo, an immense column of black smoke is seen rising above San Pedro Cathedral -- the Seat of the Archdiocese of Davao. First chapter of Jonah verse 2 says: "their wickedness has come up before me."

Wednesday, August 07, 2013

Lost and found

You lost a sacred thing of long ago; but one night, you had a dream. You saw a white something.
Was it a cloud — or a smoke? No human form, it was. And yet, it spoke and it gave something back to you. 
“Friends again?” it said as it returned the thing you lost, the thing that is yours — the rosary of old. And you awoke. 
Was it the Lady — or the Virgin? The “white something” was more of a soul, the soul of somebody who took the thing from you — the mother of mine. 
The rosary? The father of mine. The marriage of yours. 
Many times had you gone to look for it; but many times had you failed. And when you learned to let go, only then that it found you. 
(To stepmother)