Saturday, June 27, 2009


Mountains of clouds
Beneath the clouds of air
Waiting to be lifted up.

Still and quiet
Motionless in post
Remain in patience.

Looking at the sides
Sensing their struggles
Pity I shall feel.

Feeling their emotion
Praying for their condition –
Powerless in motion.

Let me love them from Your heart
Let me embrace them with Your arms
The Me coming from Your Being.

Heightened faith reaching heavens
Humbly coming to Your presence
Grant us Your peace, my God.

Bringing to You torn and broken-hearted
Let it be fixed with Your soft-hearted
Healing magical touch.

+ jocrossy +

**I wrote it piece by piece in this blog describing my daily disposition for the week -from May 11 to 16.

on Latin Songs

When Latin songs are sung on special occasions, (e.g. Veneration, Benediction) I don't know exactly the feeling that is created in me. I am just left in awe and appreciation to the rite that becomes more solemn. I would even feel that I become holy and blessed to take part in such occasion.

I cannot even comprehend the lyrics, but I believe it's the faith and the spirit that brings the community into that great celebration that is God's. It's not really a matter of knowing every detail, of understanding the entirety of the Mass, but rather allowing ourselves to be humble and be submissive at times to the Divine inspiration. It's remembering the thought that we don't just rationalize what is written in the Bible but allowing ourselves to be open to what God would want us to learn as we transcend on His words.

Another, there are songs that are best sung in Latin. For example, Tantum Ergo, it has an English translation but the choice of words used in Latin is so beautiful and the essence is kinda different when sung in English. Salve Regina is my motivation in attending an early Saturday Mass. I knew then that I love it since the first time I heard it, though it was just lately that I learned its exact English translation.

For me it would be a great pleasure to know certain Latin songs. It'll give me an advantage that in case I will be attending a Latin Mass especially in the Vatican, I would know even just a single song.hehe

But if a Cathedral schedules a regular Latin Mass (from beginning til end) at the most convenient time of most of the parishioners, that would be another thing.

God bless us all!

'Love is embracing all and loving especially the unlovables.'

**This is a commentary i made to a discussion forum posted in Misyononline . You can also view here the different views on the issue being raised.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

You Can Let Go Now Daddy / Papa

My sister shared to me the site , Crystal Shawanda's 'You Can Let Go Now Daddy.' I couldn't relate that much with the first two stanzas of the song as I have my own unique moments with my father. But I got so struck with the last one,

"It was killin' me to see
The strongest man I ever knew
Wastin' away to nothin'
In that hospital room
'You know he's only hangin' on for you'
That's what the night nurse said
My voice and heart were breakin'
As I crawled up in his bed, and said

You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Your little girl is ready
To do this on my own
It's gonna be a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I'll be okay now, Daddy
You can let go
You can let go"

It brings me back to that so familiar scene of the last hours with my dad. Right now I'm holding back my tears but thankful for the writer of this song and those who shared this to us. The lyrics describe it exactly, the very thing I found so hard to write on. It was the most painful thing I had. It was indeed killing me to see my greatest strength dying before my eyes. It was like dying inside feeling my own greatest weakness. To recall, I was trying my best to keep him alive not just for my own sake but for the entire family longing to catch up with his last breath. As I was thinking for all of them I found it most difficult to give him up. With the grace of God I was able to say to him the last words of letting go,
"It's okey dad. You can go now. Don't you worry. We'll be okey. You can let go now and continue with your journey." ... then he gave up his last breath...

Until now we all do feel that certain sadness and might not even able to get over it yet. But in prayer, in grace and in great hope, we will all soon say in loving freeing words, "You can let go now Daddy/Papa."

May Papa/Daddy rest in peace as we lovingly keep him and his memories in our hearts. God bless us all!
+ jocrossy +

Thursday, June 4, 2009

A Troublesome Day?

'Such a beautiful day to start,' i uttered as I woke up. Indeed looking forward for a wonderful day. I got up early intending to attend an early mass.

I asked a companion to go with me to the bank as I was supposed to withdraw for the scholar's tuition which I failed to do because the atm card was captured due to expiration. I never noted its expiration and failed to renew it then. This is really a trouble since it entails a lot of processing again and the owner is outside of the country. Whew! But let me stay cool since the bank is close yet.

Passing by the Church I decided to go straight to the office as I was late for the mass. I'll just catch up with the last mass tonight. Now, the jeepney I was into almost banged on a private car who cut on our way. Good that our driver was too fast to hold the break. We were actually in the midst of crossroads and it was a difficult scene to solve if the accident pushed through. But what was more alarming was that it all happened in front of a police station with policemen relaxing on the roadsides. Wasn't it a call of duty? What I pitied most was the sight of a young boy driving his sidecar with all those corn harvest in a sack who banged himself in our jeepney when it stopped. Surely he was hurt, so much more with all those high school boys teasing him. Our driver seemed to be rather aggressive instead of considering the boy that he confronted him. I just stared at those boys with my looks who made them stopped their teasing. Whew!

Dropping the boys in their school, the driver jumped out himself and crossed on the other road and I saw him caressing a baby sitting on the table. I think he was worried himself and maybe afraid -a man who cares much for his family. I looked at him in the mirror, in prayers, as he asked where to drop me.

So I went on and my day still continues...

God bless my day ahead (with crossed fingers),
+ jocrossy +