In the sheer silence
You speak to me, loving God –
I breathe and listen.
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, gratitude in Ilonggo glides out of my lips like honey dripping with sweetness.
I say “Salamat, thank you, gracias, merci,” for a new day, so full of possibilities…
you and me, together –
walking through it, hand in hand, with love.
May I not let go of your hand, nor lose sight of you, and take off towards another direction.
Please help me to trust you every step of the way, even with all that’s going on in my life and in this world that are driving me to be in doubt and mired in despair.
Remind me of this “Salamat” moment, the peace and joy and quiet with you before I rose from sleep to meet the fevered demands of the day.
May this memory be a gift that I carry in my heart to give me strength, come what may.
So be it.
In the name of Yeshua, the Messiah.
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 flow
I watch in grateful silence,
praying with my heart.
- I open my eyes from slumber and see the sunbeams softly fill the room with light. I breathe deeply, aware that once again, I am alive, reborn and renewed by you, O Loving Creator who watched over me while I slept last night.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Let me not forget this quiet moments of gratitude and awe in your holy presence. Let me go through this day with eyes wide open, ready to be in awe of the beauty and goodness in me and around me today. Let me be in awe of what goes unnoticed, a leaf, a fallen branch, a bud waiting to flower...and by your grace, in these moments, let me feel your presence, take me by the hand. In the name of Yeshua, who calmed the storm and fed the hungry multitude. Amen.
It’s February 1, 2021. I haven’t been sharing my poetry, prayers and prose here in my blog for awhile. It has been a difficult November, December and January for me because of my husband’s hospitalizations. But I haven’t stopped writing using pen and paper. The act of writing has become a prayer. In my lowest moments, it helped to keep me afloat. Today I decided to come back to this online space and share some of what I have written in the past few months and hope it will bring some joy to you, my dear Reader.
Someone once encouraged me to find my voice. By voice I think the person meant who I am and how do I sound that is distinctively me. I didn’t really think about voice in that way. Yes, I love to talk, sing and listen to myself talk (ask my husband!). But I haven’t really spent time in self-reflection and listen more intentionally to who I am, especially as a writer. Today I gained more clarity about my voice, especially as a writer. The way I came to this recognition was in the midst of listening to a presentation of an author in the Writing For Your Life Conference. This was an online conference in November 2020. I was seated in our dining room viewing the presentation on my laptop. I had an epiphany: God has given me a joyful, “don’t-take-yourself-so-seriously,” earthy, “dance-in-the-rain person” voice, who sounds like a “faith-seeking- understanding” kind of woman-pastor academic willing to learn how to speak the languages beyond the confines of academia, exploring the many worlds that brim with wisdom and resisting the urge to be stuck in stale, overused words swarming online.
Start the day gently
...tiptoe into it with prayer,
Embrace with gratitude.
Welcome it with gladness.
Smile at it like a friend.