Pope Francis and the Philippines.

We are a little more blessed since Thursday, January 15! Pope Francis is here.

Tacloban City, badly hit by typhoon Yolanda (Haiyan) is in his itinerary. Braving the rain, with a yellow raincoat on, he waved to thousands who gathered to see him celebrate mass.

His homily was very moving, offering a moment of silence before he even began. He said he decided to come here the day Yolanda hit the island. And that even if he is a little bit late, he came just the same.


We experience a lot as a nation, sometimes pushing us to the edge, most of the time asking our God why super typhoon comes and kill so many. And as this question is left unanswered, our faith is challenged.

But today,  we felt God is with us!  With his inspiring words,  his endearing smile,  and his amazing presence!

Our nation is again blessed. May we live inspired.



Of sparks and embers.

I am not yet married but I liked this very much after I read this from a friend’s FB post. This was her husband’s reply when she asked whether the spark is gone after their 18-year marriage.

I think this is true. To make it last, it is not more of the spark that is abrupt, surprising, and even shimmery but more of the ember, that is warm, consistent, and steady.

But maybe I am wrong since I am still not there. But I so agree to this.


The Hills.

With hand clasp, we run uphill
With each breath expecting
Cold with morning mist
Our hands never leaving.

With the sun rising
Witness of how we began
Promised never to part
The heart is now melting.

The church on the centerfield
Promises made on the stones
Never to part but to make it last
A silent prayer to make us through.

Days passed and stars fades
The promised washed by the wind
Though I still go and I still run
Alone now.

Almost a fading memory
Of how we started
My mind still holds true
The hand clasp, the morning mist, the promises
Now broken.