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.
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
You burn within me like a fire that would not die – purifying love.
Dawn softly appears I watch in grateful silence and whisper, “thank you!”
In stillness I sit like an open, empty cup – waiting to be filled.