The Gift of Poetry

“Poetry provides us the history of the human heart.” This is what American Poet laureate Billy Collins said in the introductory session of his master class on poetry online that I had attended. This was way back in July, five months since the Covid-19 pandemic began. During those long days of staying at home, I began to read and write poetry more than I ever had since I started appreciating it as a child. For sure I am not a professional poet. I was not a literature major in college nor do I have an MFA in poetry. What I do have is an insatiable curiosity and appreciation for the gift of poetry. I am very grateful for all those in the past who have bared their hearts using ink and paper to give us a glimpse of the architecture of a human soul. There were instances when I was baffled and moments that I was profoundly moved by these heart historians. But in times of uncertainty, reading a poem, has given me some stability, something to hold on to while the storm rages on. In my blog I humbly share some of my attempts to write a history of my own heart, grateful for the gift of poetry and those who generously bestowed them to us. May the Master Poet who has breathed life into us and created this world with poetic beauty and grandeur, inspire us with the joy of receiving this gift!

Praying While Waiting for the Rice to Cook

Dear Lord,

I pause at noon day to listen to you. But today I decided to cook rice and pray at the same time. My eyes are glancing at the pot to watch for the water not to boil over; while my heart is waiting for a word from you. Forgive me when the Martha in me decided to give you just half of my attention, instead of wholehearted devotion. Help me to be more like Mary in moments like this and take the time to sit, with eyes and heart fully focused on you. Then I can make the rice and watch it with a grateful heart knowing that when it is cooked, I can sit down and give thanks to you who provides it. Amen.

Not so random thoughts…

On wearing masks – I wear masks not out of fear, but out of love.

On autumn – Autumn came quickly it took me by surprise!

On the need to wait – To wait with patience is an act of love.

On walking – Some of the funniest conversations I’ve had were during the times I was walking. Alone.

On the two shortest verses of the Bible – “Jesus wept.” (John 11:35) and “Rejoice always! (1 Thessalonians 5:16) And I always thought there was only one!

To All Who Love to Write Poems

When a poem comes to you in the middle of the night, don’t wait for tomorrow. Grab a pen and start writing those lovely lines. You can always go back to sleep, but these elusive visitors may not come back again for a long time, and you would have missed a moment of wonder and joy! Let the words just glide onto paper, like guests all dressed up for the party where you are the honored guest. And when you are done, put down your pen, go back to sleep and perhaps you will see them again in your dreams.

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Welcome!

Hello! My name is Carla. I was born and raised in Iloilo City, Philippines. Ever since I could remember, JOY, was a huge part of my life. My mother’s name is Ligaya, which means “Joy” in English. Even though our family was not wealthy and had our fair share of troubles and tragedies, I have learned that joy is possible even in the midst of adversity. This joy came from many sources and in varying degrees. The deepest joy I’ve experienced was to meet Jesus in a very personal way when I was ten years old. I started this blog to share poems, prayers and prose that I hope will inspire joy in you. I am a beginner in this adventure called blogging. Or should I say a latecomer. I accidentally pressed the “launch site” button before I was done editing my site, so HERE I AM! Welcome!

Resolve

 
- Carla A. Romarate-Knipel
Written on December 16, 2019

A new year will soon be dawning
I have but one resolve:
to walk slowly,
though my mind wants to rush through the day;
to be still in my heart,
even when my hands are eager to fix broken things;
to wait before I speak, and listen
to the still, small voice within.

Copyright 2020
Carla Romarate-Knipel