Today is the feast of St John of the Cross. I seem to love him even if I don't know him well yet. I was told that he wrote something on HOLY DARKNESS which I know nothing of. But such line has been my comfort in my low moments and when everything seems to mean nothing. Still, let me share the line to you... for even in the darkest hour, God is always around; that's His promise...for He is Lord...
God bless you, my friend, and your friend too...
prayers... (",)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Nothing
No time for thinking,
no space for words.
Nothing is revealing
but everything floats.
~ jocrossy + ~
no space for words.
Nothing is revealing
but everything floats.
~ jocrossy + ~
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
AT HOME
What a great thing it is
To be home in oneself!
You feel so inspired
With heart full of gratitude.
Peace within me,
Peace in oneself,
What else would I need?
The gentle breeze of the wind that feels my skin,
With tall trees swaying their leaves,
With the chirping birds singing praises,
I pray along with them.
In this moment of serenity,
In this feeling alone and free,
Nothing will be better than this my dear;
To feel at home where one belongs.
+ jocrossy +
**I think this is the first 'positive' poem I wrote. Before, I was at my best in writing when I was in a bad mood. But I learned to write not only out of anger or bad feelings or ill thoughts but of positive feelings. Way back then, others would commend me for being optimistic in dealing life. But my pessimism? You would see it in my poetry and other write ups in my diary or journal notebook. Because those are the things that I could not express at all. I was so used to be the best of me, trying to please people but deep inside, I was left alone in my darkness for nobody wanted to share the un-fortunes I had. People cling on you when they see you good. But they stay away the moment they sensed a little heavy thing in you. To whom do I share then?
But I remain grateful for the gift of the smiles that I am able to share with others. And I am happy to be 'at home' from time to time. ^_^
'Keep smiling, keep shining.'
God bless us all!
(",)
To be home in oneself!
You feel so inspired
With heart full of gratitude.
Peace within me,
Peace in oneself,
What else would I need?
The gentle breeze of the wind that feels my skin,
With tall trees swaying their leaves,
With the chirping birds singing praises,
I pray along with them.
In this moment of serenity,
In this feeling alone and free,
Nothing will be better than this my dear;
To feel at home where one belongs.
+ jocrossy +
**I think this is the first 'positive' poem I wrote. Before, I was at my best in writing when I was in a bad mood. But I learned to write not only out of anger or bad feelings or ill thoughts but of positive feelings. Way back then, others would commend me for being optimistic in dealing life. But my pessimism? You would see it in my poetry and other write ups in my diary or journal notebook. Because those are the things that I could not express at all. I was so used to be the best of me, trying to please people but deep inside, I was left alone in my darkness for nobody wanted to share the un-fortunes I had. People cling on you when they see you good. But they stay away the moment they sensed a little heavy thing in you. To whom do I share then?
But I remain grateful for the gift of the smiles that I am able to share with others. And I am happy to be 'at home' from time to time. ^_^
'Keep smiling, keep shining.'
God bless us all!
(",)
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Wake me up, Lord
Wake me up, Lord
from the long sleep I've been.
For life is nowhere
in the nights within.
Bring me into light
for my spirit to awake.
Let me grasp your hand for help
in the uncertainty of living.
Guide me as I open my eyes.
Calm this trembling heart.
Teach me to recognize
the strength to survive.
+ jocrossy +
07:25 AM
3 Nov 2010
from the long sleep I've been.
For life is nowhere
in the nights within.
Bring me into light
for my spirit to awake.
Let me grasp your hand for help
in the uncertainty of living.
Guide me as I open my eyes.
Calm this trembling heart.
Teach me to recognize
the strength to survive.
+ jocrossy +
07:25 AM
3 Nov 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Surfacing Sadness
With the rippling sound of the glorious fountain,
awakens the sadness seated within.
The loudness of the flow cannot underestimate
the chaos of the silence it dared to rate.
The hunger I feel in this not so empty stomach
cannot be dismissed by the lulling hammock.
For thoughts and feelings in twirl combine,
I am left to surrender to the One Divine.
Hear ye, hear ye, what I am not certain of.
These passing things that I need not prove.
Know the unravellings of this mind and heart,
catch every second as I let it part.
awakens the sadness seated within.
The loudness of the flow cannot underestimate
the chaos of the silence it dared to rate.
The hunger I feel in this not so empty stomach
cannot be dismissed by the lulling hammock.
For thoughts and feelings in twirl combine,
I am left to surrender to the One Divine.
Hear ye, hear ye, what I am not certain of.
These passing things that I need not prove.
Know the unravellings of this mind and heart,
catch every second as I let it part.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The World is One with Chile
Chi chi chi, Le le le!!! I love these cheering line of the Chileans as it encourages the spirit while the operation to rescue the miners was ongoing. I even caught myself repeating those lines as I also wait for the update. Felt like I was one of the rest of the world waiting expectantly, praying, hoping and almost holding my breath for the first miner to come up. It entailed a big courage for the first one to take the risk. And when Florencio Avalos emerged from that deep hole, I could almost shed a tear with the rest of the expectants, especially when he broke in tears while hugging his 7-year old son. It was a sign of success, of a new life, of greater hope, of gratefulness, of countless emotions... That was only in the internet as I follow on the news.
Watching the live coverage seemed to bring me to San Jose Mine as I am moved by the spirit of the Chileans present there. And with the last person surfacing from that hole, it was also for me a great feeling of achievement! I do rejoice in the success of the operation. I am one with the rest of the world in jubilation.
Just like what other countries had said, Chile taught us many lessons -- in unity, faith, nationalism and courage. With all the tragedies that they went through, they were able to stand up as a nation, they worked as one. I can only hope for such spirit to run through our veins not only during calamities but to work most of the time as one nation, proud of its country, in all circumstance. The presence of their president Sebastian Pinera is something admirable and his speech was also moving. The wholehearted singing of Chile's national anthem led by President Pinera and Luis Urzua froze the world with great essence of pride and dedication. "Today, we are all Chileans." Yes, I really admire the Chilean spirit!
To quote one thing that struck me with Mario Gomez as the oldest of the trapped miners at the age of 63, "Gomez's wife, Lilianett Ramirez, pulled him up from the ground and embraced him. The couple had talked by video once a week, and she said that he had repeated the promise he made to her in his initial letter from inside the mine: He would marry her properly in a church wedding, followed by the honeymoon they never had." Oh, so sweet! When love speaks... Wishing the best for this couple.
And among others, I am touched by their stories of faith... As the camera rolled, I was trying to look into their faces, to their eyes as every miner made his way to his loved ones. There is so much to see, to feel and to know about each of them... Now I'm wishing to have a personal interview with any of them. ^_^
Most importantly, thank God for all of these. All praises be His...
God bless Chile, God bless us all!
(",)
Watching the live coverage seemed to bring me to San Jose Mine as I am moved by the spirit of the Chileans present there. And with the last person surfacing from that hole, it was also for me a great feeling of achievement! I do rejoice in the success of the operation. I am one with the rest of the world in jubilation.
Just like what other countries had said, Chile taught us many lessons -- in unity, faith, nationalism and courage. With all the tragedies that they went through, they were able to stand up as a nation, they worked as one. I can only hope for such spirit to run through our veins not only during calamities but to work most of the time as one nation, proud of its country, in all circumstance. The presence of their president Sebastian Pinera is something admirable and his speech was also moving. The wholehearted singing of Chile's national anthem led by President Pinera and Luis Urzua froze the world with great essence of pride and dedication. "Today, we are all Chileans." Yes, I really admire the Chilean spirit!
To quote one thing that struck me with Mario Gomez as the oldest of the trapped miners at the age of 63, "Gomez's wife, Lilianett Ramirez, pulled him up from the ground and embraced him. The couple had talked by video once a week, and she said that he had repeated the promise he made to her in his initial letter from inside the mine: He would marry her properly in a church wedding, followed by the honeymoon they never had." Oh, so sweet! When love speaks... Wishing the best for this couple.
And among others, I am touched by their stories of faith... As the camera rolled, I was trying to look into their faces, to their eyes as every miner made his way to his loved ones. There is so much to see, to feel and to know about each of them... Now I'm wishing to have a personal interview with any of them. ^_^
Most importantly, thank God for all of these. All praises be His...
God bless Chile, God bless us all!
(",)
Friday, September 24, 2010
Lead, Kindly Light
Lead, Kindly Light
Cardinal John Henry Newman (1801–1890)
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home—
Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene—one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on.
I loved to choose and see my path; but now,
Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
So long Thy power hath blessed me, sure it still
Will lead me on,
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
____________________________________________________
(",)
'Love is embracing all and loving especially the unlovables.'
Cardinal John Henry Newman (1801–1890)
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home—
Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene—one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on.
I loved to choose and see my path; but now,
Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
So long Thy power hath blessed me, sure it still
Will lead me on,
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
____________________________________________________
(",)
'Love is embracing all and loving especially the unlovables.'
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Getting naked in public!
"Writing books is a socially acceptable form of getting naked in public."
~ Paulo Coelho ~
Writing, it really is. Because it reflects your inner thoughts and feelings. The inner recesses of the soul is revealed, even if at times it appears abstract in the form of poetry or idioms. Dissecting a written literature is like getting into the mind of the author, feeling the state of his soul and unraveling the words of his story...
It's a risk you take upon yourself for people will be able to read you. But it becomes a beautiful risk knowing that people get inspired by what you write...
Keep inspiring, keep writing...
(",)
~ Paulo Coelho ~
Writing, it really is. Because it reflects your inner thoughts and feelings. The inner recesses of the soul is revealed, even if at times it appears abstract in the form of poetry or idioms. Dissecting a written literature is like getting into the mind of the author, feeling the state of his soul and unraveling the words of his story...
It's a risk you take upon yourself for people will be able to read you. But it becomes a beautiful risk knowing that people get inspired by what you write...
Keep inspiring, keep writing...
(",)
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
A thought for Mama
28 July 2010 - Greetings on the Feast of St Pedro Poveda (my anniversary).
Today, I offer a special thought for my mom. She hopes to have her check up this afternoon with her doctor. She's into this kind of illness that is kinda incurable.
Do I ask for a miracle for God to simply take it from her? Or for strength of spirit that my mom will be open and pro-active for dealing with her illness? Or for me to face her in courage for whatever is her reaction whenever she learns about it and for her to draw strength that she may not grow weaker?
Do I continue to think of this thing? Or do I just stop my anxious wondering?
Let me rather submit to the one that is greater, to His divine holy will.
Please help me offer my mom to God for Him to take care, through the loving intercession of Mama Mary (Mother of Perpetual Help) and St Pedro Poveda.
Thank you and God bless us all,
+ jocrossy +
Today, I offer a special thought for my mom. She hopes to have her check up this afternoon with her doctor. She's into this kind of illness that is kinda incurable.
Do I ask for a miracle for God to simply take it from her? Or for strength of spirit that my mom will be open and pro-active for dealing with her illness? Or for me to face her in courage for whatever is her reaction whenever she learns about it and for her to draw strength that she may not grow weaker?
Do I continue to think of this thing? Or do I just stop my anxious wondering?
Let me rather submit to the one that is greater, to His divine holy will.
Please help me offer my mom to God for Him to take care, through the loving intercession of Mama Mary (Mother of Perpetual Help) and St Pedro Poveda.
Thank you and God bless us all,
+ jocrossy +
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