Good morning, dear God! The sun has greeted you already while my eyes were closed, my body still asleep. In Ilonggo, I say, “Maayong Aga!” It sounds more soft, more tender when I say it out loud to you, our Loving Creator – the source of life, language and love. Thank you! “Salamat gid!” Again, …
It’s Monday. I had plans. But my rearview mirror decided it was time to make the plunge. I found it hanging on my car’s ceiling, unwilling to stick back on the windshield. So I leave it be, and ask a friend to give me a ride. My friend gladly said “Yes,” oh what joy! But …
Golden orbs of light, petals shining like sunbeams – warm my weary heart.
Last year in August, I was baking banana bread and writing haikus and picking sunflowers at a nearby farm. I remember feeling more relaxed even with all that was going on because of the COVID-19 pandemic. The time spent at home in spring 2020 helped me to take a step back, slow down and relish …
My heart sees the world full of darkness, pain and grief – longing for healing.
A new day has dawned, My feet are awake, ready – walk on holy ground.
No one else will tell Dad’s stories – of carabaos fighting, he, surviving caught in between locked horns. … a pot of rice rolling down the hill, cooked, caked rice escaping, Japanese soldiers laughing, one life spared, the tragicomedy of war. …trekking up the mountains of Maasin with a few worldly goods and St. Teresa …
My grandma said, “hush,” Today God is dead, be still – Weep, lament and pray.
A haiku for the first day of National Poetry month Streams of water flowI watch in grateful silence,praying with my heart. calayagusrk
In my view, the gospel writer, John writes in a manner that reflects the concept of “thin places.” Thin places means a place where God is present in a deep and meaningful way. This means they could be anywhere. But they can also mean special spaces where heaven and earth meet – or at least …
