Slumber

As a result of this bed-inviting weather condition wherein heavy clouds installs cold breeze and quick gushes of heavy rain, everything halted back. I was forced again to ponder on the meaning of my life. Examining it is not easy. Accepting what was left is somewhat unimaginable. Reality is right directly on my face so there’s nothing left for me to do but to let it envelope me.

Having to swallow the bitter truth crumbles my soul which is the source of my strength and hope, brought me down. It left me good as dead. I feel nothing. Emotions suddenly felt numb. Stroke’s psyche started its wrath.

Something in my stressful slumber whispered at me telling me to fight. It urged me to stand up amidst all these hardships I’m into. It became an everyday reminder; an utter turned into a scream, each time I wake up. In the end, I realized that no one left to but me and me alone.

'Stroked' gift

A birthday burst for my sweet daughter Joanne. (Don’t mind each first letter of every line, please...)                         

Just you know my dear

On to you I conquered fear

Among all those dread

Nothing at all left them dead

Never ever giving up

Err wouldn’t make me stop

Jest and all won’t elude me

Over appreciation of your beauty

And the care that from you emanates

No one dare not appreciate

None of them will ask

Ending beauty such a task

I come in peace with humble heart

Love in keeps though worlds apart

Out on a limb but desperately

Volatile even unhappy

Ever for you loving one

Yes to you, considered done

On this special day of yours

Unto you, a happy birthday, of course!

Soaked burst...

Another bothered shout of emotions and/or ideas produced by my playful mind that seems to soak in the rain.

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What’s in us that temptation is always at our side?

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Regrets. Why can’t we turn back time?

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Why are some sins seems so unforgivable?

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Can we love unconditionally?

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No grave-digging. Empathize.

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Angry? Don’t say it. Write it down.

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God’s last name is not Demmet.

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Be thankful for the air we breathe.

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Shrug it off. It’s just a state of mind.

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Nothing is permanent.

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So, forever is just a word?

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There’s no sense in thinking without acting.

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This word is becoming obsolete: PLEASE.

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Modern mode of greeting among people: FISTBUMP!

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God does not forget you, it’s you who does.

Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ according to Saint John

Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ according to Saint John 6:24-35. 

When the crowd saw that neither Jesus nor his disciples were there, they themselves got into boats and came to Capernaum looking for Jesus. 

And when they found him across the sea they said to him, "Rabbi, when did you get here?" 

Jesus answered them and said, "Amen, amen, I say to you, you are looking for me not because you saw signs but because you ate the loaves and were filled. 

Do not work for food that perishes but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. For on him the Father, God, has set his seal."

So they said to him, "What can we do to accomplish the works of God?" 

Jesus answered and said to them, "This is the work of God, that you believe in the one he sent." 

So they said to him, "What sign can you do, that we may see and believe in you? What can you do? 

Our ancestors ate manna in the desert, as it is written: 'He gave them bread from heaven to eat.'"

So Jesus said to them, "Amen, amen, I say to you, it was not Moses who gave the bread from heaven; my Father gives you the true bread from heaven. 

For the bread of God is that which comes down from heaven and gives life to the world." 

So they said to him, "Sir, give us this bread always." 

Jesus said to them, "I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me will never hunger, and whoever believes in me will never thirst.