Tag Archives: Poetry
The Lord in the Tomb
They say it is darkest just before the dawn. I imagine lying there in the dark, recalling the brutal and humiliating events of Friday, with the no glimmer of what comes next. How fast the events had unfolded from the … Continue reading
Posted in Faith, Mystery
Tagged Being a Father, Desolation, Fears, Poetry, Suffering
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Palm. Sunday. Spring.
It is early spring and the wild flowers are in bloom. It is also Palm Sunday with a sense of portending gloom. Palms. Raised and waved in adulation and admiration. Hailing a king who will drive away the oppressors. Shouting … Continue reading
Posted in Discipleship, Faith, Photography, Presence
Tagged Beauty, Beginnings, Change, Poetry
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Signs Incontestable
Life is fleeting, just like the wind, Be it a gentle breeze or a forceful gale. It blows where it will but soon, it is gone and all is still. Life is ephemeral, like a tendril, Or even a flower … Continue reading
Death and the Cross
Our greatest fear is the fear of death. Death can sometimes be so final and dark, There seems to be nothing beyond it. Sometimes, I would imagine how else could have Jesus died. He could have died in battle, leading … Continue reading
The Trinity in Love
If I were to fast without prayers, I am just going on a diet. If I were to donate to the poor and needy and not pray, I am a good NGO worker. If i were to pray without fasting … Continue reading
Make Me
Photo courtesy of Lick Observatory, © Laurie Hatch A leper came to Jesus and begged, “If you wish you can make me clean.” Moved with pity, Jesus touched him and said, “I do will it. Be made clean.” And so it is that … Continue reading
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Tagged Beauty, Miracles, Poetry, Serendipity
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Eternity Hidden in the Ordinary
It is just another ordinary day for the white egret. It feeds, it breeds and then flies south for the winter. Yet in its ordinariness, it adds beauty to nature And it is part of the great circle and cycle … Continue reading
God Is Here
Be still my heart and know your God, Who pours His graces on the good and the bad. I lift my eyes and see Him in the sky, But there are those His existence they deny. I stand atop a … Continue reading
Pope Francis in Tacloban
He came. He saw. He compassioned with them. They came in droves, by the thousands, braving winds and rain. They came to see him, hear his words, and perchance to touch him. And how serendipitous that there would be a … Continue reading
Posted in Encounter, Philippines/Filipino, Presence
Tagged Grace, Poetry, Serendipity
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Water And Word
The land is parched and dry Under a cloudless sky Drought has made the earth thirsty Crying to the heavens for mercy. But unless the bright blue yonder Turns grey and echo with thunder And the winds come to call … Continue reading