Thursday, February 25, 2016

Run the Race

"Run the race, finish the course"
These are the words of the great Saint Paul
Though there are many ways to "run the race"
I will take his life as an example 
A life full of passion, wonder and love

Live your life passionately
Focus on the goal and not on the road
Rest when you must but keep your chin up
Life is an adventure so prepare your heart
And never be discouraged when the end is out of sight

Laugh out loud as you keep the pace
And never mind if you're not prepared , no one is!
Though life has its ups and downs, twists and turns
This adventure is precious and worth your time
Take it lightly and you will have fun

Love deeply and savor each day
Withhold nothing and keep on giving
Give all you have without reserve
You'll be surprised what awaits 
At the finish line.

This is the lesson you and I could learn from St Paul
Live this life with passion
Never forget to laugh, this lightens the burden
And if we love deeply and without reserve
Before we know it there it is... The  Finish Line!

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Gardener and His Rose

       Few days ago a gardener was on his garden. To him this garden is his place of rest  in between a full day's work. For him tending this garden is not a job rather a place where he communes with God's amazing love.  Yes, this is his love garden. He seems envelop with the presence of Love when he is in the garden. It is evident to him that he speaks to his Master as he speaks to his flowers. This garden was entrusted to him by his Master for several years now and he faithfully watch it with every possible care and attention that he could, all for the master's pleasure. He has seen how the garden transformed into a lovely paradise as it responds to his affectionate care. It transforms itself  into an oasis of joy to everyone's delight. It discovers the many gifts it has and  offers them to everyone who stop by. Yes the garden draws attention to people around it because of its welcoming spirit and joyful atmosphere not to mention the gardener keeps its ground  freshly watered and free from unwanted guests.

     In the middle of this beautiful garden is a particular type of a rose bush with flower that gives a delightful fragrance that no one could ignore. When the flower blooms everyone cannot help but notice the sweet fragrance that comes from her petals. The gardener himself finds himself kissing her fragrant petals with joy.

   This is his favorite flower- a silky white rose. When he visits his garden, which is often enough to say the least, he never fails to spend time with her. When he wakes up, during the day and even before he rests at night, he always find time, however short it is, to see her and speak with her. Have you experience conversing with flowers? That is the secret of a happy garden. Yes, he speaks to her; he delicately checks and sees to it that her leaves are free from any uninvited guests that could ruin her God given purity and beauty. He carefully inspects her petals and buds to make sure that insects don't take advantage of them. Oh yes, he loves her; he watches her grow from being just a shy white bud to a full bloom beautiful white rose . "It is just right to love her and surround her with care", he often said because this particular flower brings so much joy to the Master that he serves and a delight to his sight.

   Then one day while he was with her, admiring her beauty and wit, suddenly he felt a sharp object cut through his flesh and yes his flesh was slashed! Her thorn pricked his finger. He held her stem unguarded he forgot! It was too late! He didn't notice the thorn nestled on her stem.The gardener's initial reaction to the pain was to backed off and walked away holding his bleeding finger, yet before he did, he turned to her and said, "Hmmm, it's kind a deep but it wasn't that bad; I'll be fine."

Holding his painful finger that has a streak of blood from the wound he received from her thorny stem, he raised up his eyes and glanced at her and said, "what a lovely beauty you have that cause me pain. I can handle this, I'll be fine." He looked at his bloody pricked finger and with a smile, he gave her a kiss, "I love you still. "

For now the gardener watches 'her' from afar 
Making sure she is well though touching he could not
For his Master says "Leave her to me and have faith."
"I'll take care of her. It's my garden remember?"
"Wait 'til your wound is healed"
"and the pain is gone"
"maybe then..."
"Trust Me."
He replied,
"So Be It"



Saturday, February 14, 2015

Find me worthy as a Gift

The Gift

often marvel how could paradise came to be
Unless Someone wanted it to be
Unless a Word is uttered
Permitted for beauty to dwell in Thee 

Paradise once lived with Love
In just one "no" became a dream
Yet with a trusting 'yes' by a chosen maiden
Heaven once a dream now  a reality

O What a thought of Paradise! Do I ponder a lot? 
Is it a product of my dream? 
Could it be true that I found love?
A love mirrored to the One named Love.

Beloved you created my being
You formed me; you breathed me;
You called me; You lured me.
Whispering You said "Follow me", glad you did!

Adventure beyond adventure!
Trustingly threading the path you showed 
Embracing the unfolding of each day
Tears hidden in the eyes, concealed with the smile 

I cannot say enough 
I gasp at every thought of love
There on the Cross You raised your arms, 
You embraced me and showed me how to love 

What a gift it is 
To be deeply loved by Thee
Humbled to be chosen before time 
Longed for until the end of time

The gift I have received I offer it back 
Take it please if you will, nurture it
Hoping that one day,  
You'll find it worthy as a GIFT.

Dedicating this to someone who is chosen by God...
You are worth to die for!
I love you…tomorrow...forever...

Thursday, October 2, 2014

When This Summer Ends

We met one summer, when the grass are green and the flowers bloom
When the birds are feasting, while the squirrels enjoying their share 
When the breath of fresh air surrounds me and butterflies linger before me
When brother sun is at its might and sister moon in her gentle evening glory

I learned differently what joy is in a summer time
A Gift from God blessed with your presence
But time is relative, its passing seems imminent
Just like one summer that ends for another to come

Season changes, it’s just the way God made it to be
But surely it comes back after life's cycle takes its round
When this summer comes to a pause , for winter to come
It just tells me, it's time to abandon my joy in Jesus' Hands 

But I'll wait till the next summer comes 
When the pause is lifted up, and It doesn't matter when,
For I know  that when it comes,
In Jesus, the Giver of Time, it will be The Summer "Pour Toujours"...

Though this thought comes to my mind
To bid summer a goodbye I do not wish to come
Joyfully I open my hands and live each day as it comes
And be grateful to the Giver of Time

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Love is...

I remember the day when we first met
A simple hello and nothing else
Formal yet tender, gentle and endearing
With a note "keep the conversations going"

We became companions on our daily journey
I was there at your daily travels
I accompanied you in prayers
You were here, when I began my day

Morning coffee and evening snacks we've shared
As we talked about our day
I was with you before you sleep
And you were with me as I end my day


Morning and afternoon walks we had
Rosaries we've prayed
Time of reflections together
And we never failed to meet at our "meeting place"

Time flies, memories written in our hearts
We were asked to move on; to bear fruit...
I wonder how you've been ?
Days I wasn't there to say goodnight?


Yet never lose hope, never  lose faith
The truth remains,
Love is free and never fails
For the love we share is His love...

I still see you at our  “meeting place "
There in front of the Beloved 
There is where I meet you at every moment I'm on my knees
Every time I close my eyes and stare at Him

Yes, love has been planted here and now
Today is what we've got let's seize the day!
 O come my special love He is waiting
He who calls us, He the One who is Love

Love is worth of everything we have
You and I two-gether apart
In and with Him
What matters most? Love is! 
For Love is eternal and Eternity is Forever...

God is Love…

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

The One Whom I Believed

If you could create a paradise called world, out of nothing
A person, a masterpiece from the dust and mere breath
If you can turn water into wine,
If you can feed thousands with five loaves of bread and two fish
Then I believe, nothing is impossible if you will it.

If you can break open the sea and have human walk on land
If you can walk on water and calm the storm
If you can make fire out of a cistern full of water
If you can give sight to the blind and make lame walk
Then I believe, nothing is impossible if you will it.

Nothing is impossible if you will it 
For You are the Word, the beginning and the end
When you created me, when you breathed on me
When you say, you will prepare for a place for me
Everything happened it is your will that I am here.

I believe, for you are the Word made flesh
Flesh like me in everything except sin
You  prepare the way for my return
A prodigal child to His Father
By embracing death for my sake

You are the great I Am
The beginning, the end
The God  of Love
A lover fastened on the Cross
The cross that belongs to me

Who ransomed me from death?
Who promised me life?
Who died on my place that I may have life?
He is the one called the great lover of souls
He, The One Whom I believed.