A poem for Hannah

This is a poem I wrote for Hannah a few weeks ago. I was not feeling well in those days. On 21 July, still feeling dizzy, as I opened my eyes, The Little Prince dvd in my bookshelf which Hannah gave me caught my attention and reminded me then of my desire to wrote a poem for her. Without much effort, the words flow through and below is the fruit,  ^_^

Be the rose you want to be

Not just for everyone to see.

But for your little darling heart

You owe such a big part.

When the prince comes to tame you,

Accept and be merry as you can do.

But when time comes he has to leave,

Accept, be sad, and learn to forgive.

The beauty that you are is so precious my dear.

The happiness within should dry your tear.

Let not the world wilt your peace.

To the Great One above you are a masterpiece. 

Sway with the wind knowing who you are.

Bloom in the fields, the sun shines not too far.

Scars will no longer matter as you dance it all out.

Beautiful! There you go! That's what you are about.

+ jocrossy +

@8:50 AM

21 July 2012

The Danggit in You

a beautiful thought just occurred to me while on my way to the office. riding on a jeepney, the long thought of danggit made me sneeze. hehe. and passing by bcnhs, i remembered k in the very tree that reminds me of him. hmmmm... i guess i can make my way to capture that tree! ;)

The Danggit in You ^_^

(In the way that this fish is preserved,)
May you be preserved not only for the consumption of the world but for God's greater purpose.
(In as much as you crave for this fish,)
May you also become desiring for many as you burn in you the passion of God's love.
(The very thought of which excites you,)
May you find in yourself the excitement to live and continue even in the most 'pitiful'/depressing situation.
(As this costs quite expensive,)
May you see the very value of your person which God Himself created to become the 'being'.
(With the salt that makes it special,)
May you be the 'salt' for many that the world longs to be the change in the most unnoticeable way.
(As small as it is,)
May you be 'small' for men yet great in the eyes of God.

+ jocrossy +
30 Sept 2011 @ 9AM

 p.s. i wrote it last year but I shared this piece to K only this 11 July 2012. hehe :p  'danggit' is a type of dried fish in the Philippines. so i'm using the picture that K posted in his fb accompanying this simple piece of art.

To the morning glory

To the morning glory flowers,

That I, the spirit

May grow happy and blooming

As you are

Even in the midst

Of a rainy soul...

~  jocrossy +  ~

22 August 2011

@ 7:38 AM

A Birthday Greeting to Ken

Birthday greetings to the poet!
He's busy, i bet,
weaving the lines to express
what's within no less.

More blessings for you this year.
Will you be wishing over a beer?
Cheers my friend for more excitement
as you grow older with enlightenment.

Happy birthday and God bless you, Kenneth!
(",)
~ jocrossy + ~

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!
(",)

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

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.

Tears of God

When words cannot speak,
Let the mind talk.
When thoughts are inconceivable,
Let the heart ponder.
When feelings cannot utter,
Let the tears flow… Tears
Of sadness and gratitude,
Of nothingness and fullness,
Of wishful thinking and fulfillment,
Of fantasy and reality,
Of petition and recognition,
Of person and being,
Of brokenness and wholeness,
Of defilement and holiness,
Of humanity and divinity;
For God to hold
In the palm of His hand
To cherish and treasure,
To claim as His own,
To go back to its Source,
And be embraced
By the Ocean of Life.

+ jocrossy +
17 October 2009
@ 6:28 P.M.

**My tears will always be the tears of God as I am His creature and He is the Creator. Whatever I have comes from Him. I have tears because He shared His to me… He lovingly shares… Let me love You God in grateful heart.

The Blue Heart

A heart so heavy of loneliness
Burdened of many but of nothingness.
A heart that shines in pity
Will I ever see its beauty?

Beating with undying ache
What comfort shall it ever make?
Groaning in so much suffering
Does it have the ear for listening?

It maybe blue for the contained sorrows
Even bleeding for the piercing arrows
But it is still a heart of overflowing grace.
Let it pour out love for the dying race.

+ jocrossy +
@ 11:11:43 AM
31 August 2009

**Remembering Mary in Our Lady of Sorrows, and the many sorrowful hearts.

Mama Mary, as I am formed to be like Christ and for Christ to be formed in me, may I be like you… Amen.