tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154148142011-07-16T03:22:53.764+08:00This site contains poems, short-stories and reflection written by Jesuit scholastics, brothers and priests of the Philippine Province of the Society of Jesus.sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.comBlogger661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-83522633463795744382007-01-16T07:54:00.000+08:002007-01-16T07:56:02.942+08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A Shepherd’s Sonnet<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><i style="">By Jong Oledan</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">The day You gave me that breathtaking smile</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">Was the day I began to care living.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">For, though I did not mind walking a mile,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">From where I came, there was so much lacking.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">It happened first on a balding pasture</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">Where thinning sheep chilled to death while asleep.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">Lo! From the half-torn heaven came a choir</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">Of angels gifting glad tidings to keep.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">The guiding Star conquered the cunning Night;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">The darkness ended with Your mother’s bid.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">Mildly gazing, you took away my fright,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;">Which, in my eager waiting, shrewdly hid.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;"><span style=""> </span>I had never thought that moment could be</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 108pt;"><span style=""> </span>God’s very self becoming gift to me. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-8352263346379574438?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-89761406762374563622007-01-16T07:52:00.000+08:002007-01-16T07:54:10.552+08:00<b style=""><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Love’s Gale<o:p></o:p></span></b> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i style=""><span style="font-family: Garamond;">by Mark Lopez</span></i><span style="font-family: Garamond;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">The north wind<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">now here blows,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">searing skin, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">and warming souls. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">“The Lord is coming!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">by gusts and whispers<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">I am told.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -21.75pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Playful, like the sea,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">waking, calling, cold.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">The heavens speak to me <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">through this wind<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">from tales of old. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -21.75pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">“Arise! And keep awake!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">For not by snow nor harness’ shake<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">--- but by love’s gale ---<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">shall somber silence break!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -21.75pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">These days, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Therefore, I pray<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">The winds <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">come and blown <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">my way<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Reach far <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">to where you are.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Bluster you free<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">let you to see<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">have no fear<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">make you hear<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">“The Lord is coming!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-8976140676237456362?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-23682546828308313122007-01-16T07:51:00.000+08:002007-01-16T07:52:48.507+08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;"><b style="">A Child Of Peace<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">By Alvin Laput</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">A new child is born</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">At my heart’s very core </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">A gift from the Father </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">My purest heart needs to heed</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">He will bring light to my world</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">Heal my blindness, fill my hunger</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">Brings havoc to my old ways</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">But serenity to the new</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">His ways are different from my ways</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">Asking me to leave everything I believe</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">Acceptance is difficult</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">That it tears my person apart</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">But I know he’s the one</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">The one I need to believe </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">To trust and to hold-on</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;">That in the end he will bring me peace.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 140.25pt;"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-2368254682830831312?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-228587483777956112007-01-16T07:49:00.001+08:002007-01-16T07:49:57.993+08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">Tagpuan<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style=""> </span>By KAKA<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK">Isang batang isinilang sa sabsaban,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK">Langit nagbunyi sa nasaksihan.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK">Maria at Jose tiwala’y walang sawa,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK">Sa puso ng mag-irog lubos ang tuwa.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK">Sa kabilang dako tatlong mago,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK">Naglalakbay galing sa malayo.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK">Pagod hindi inanda tala’y sundan,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Kapayapaang hangad ay makamtan.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Sa ilang mga pastol nagtatanod,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Kalangita’y napuspos sa liwanag nalugod.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Mga anghel nagalak, pumanaog sa ilang,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Kayong Mapalad Humayo sa Haring isinilang.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Maria at Jose pangamba’y napawi <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK">Sa ngiti ng aba nakitang walang sawi.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Tanong<span style=""> </span>na bumabagabag sa dalawa, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">kasaguta’y nakita sa sanggol na tuwa.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Sa sinag ng tala mago’y patuloy sa pagnilay,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Nawa hari’y masilayan ng loob ay palagay.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Nag-aalab sa sabik puso’t damdamin,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Katuparang dulot ay galak sa dilim.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">­<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Mga pastol natunganga sa nakita,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Halinat magpunta sa Hari’y magpakita.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK">Walang hinahanap kundi maging saksi <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK">Sa sabi ng angel halina upang ‘di magsisi.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="NO-BOK"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Sa Belen mga gala lahat nagtagpo,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Namangha sa isang hari wari’y nilumpo.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Sulyap sa tala at alaala ng mga kirubin,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Napagtantong toto’t halina at damhin.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Sa paglisan bitbit sa puso isang pabaon,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Mga sinaksi hindi lilipas sa panahon.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Alaala na bumago ng puso at isipan, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Payapang dulot ’di kaylan malilimutan.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-22858748377795611?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-48881265679602049322007-01-16T07:47:00.000+08:002007-01-16T07:48:37.842+08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="ES">Tuloy…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="ES">­<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="" lang="ES">By KAKA<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="ES"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="ES">Sino ako para dalawin, Ina ng Poon,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="ES">Sa iyong bati Sanggol sa tiya’y tumalon.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="ES">Halika tumuloy sa aking dampa,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">Magalak sa mumunti kong sapa.<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">Buong galak hamak iyong dinalaw,<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">Puso ko’y iyong binigyang linaw.<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Paano napadpad dito sa aming dako,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Ina at Poon, Sino ako? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Ikot ng buhay tila tumila, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Tibok ng puso umiba ang timpla.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Sa inyong harap bakat ang galak,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Gusto man magwika walang maitalak.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Sa iyong pamamalagi pasan pinagaan,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Mahigpit na yakap aking tatandaan.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Ating kumustahan hindi mo tinantanan,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><span style=""> </span>Puso’y umaapaw<span style=""> </span>ako‘y inyong dinaanan.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Ako’y wala ngunit napili’t pinagpala, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Sanggol sa aking Tiya’ y tulad ng tala. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Saksi sa magaganap may papuri’t pasalamat.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Ang daa’y hawiin sa mundong may lamat. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Sa inyong<span style=""> </span>pagtuloy ako’y nagpupugay,<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Bukal ng loobin nagbubunying tunay. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">Ikaw Maria’y tawawaging mapalad, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style="" lang="SV">At iyong ipinaglilihi’y matutulad.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-4888126567960204932?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-62080162816982421692007-01-16T07:46:00.000+08:002007-01-16T07:47:12.135+08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style=""><span style=""> </span>( 2^nd PRIZE )<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="">Ulilang Lata<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">By Rico Adapon<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sa isang madilim at ulilang bayan,</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Doon isinilang latang walang laman<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">Di kaginsa-ginsa’y pinulot na lamang<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nitong mga batang hari ng tambakan.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sinikap maging tambol </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nitong mga musikerong pulpol,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sinabayan ng himig, palakpak at sipol,</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sa tambaka’y muling nagbalik,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ang ulilang latang wari’y humihibik,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sa kamay ng pulubing tila nanabik,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sa kalansing ng baryang hindi umiimik,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pamatid gutom ngayong paskong sasapit.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ulilang lata’y ipinukol,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">At muling naging tambol,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">sinabayan ng matinis na ungol,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">at tahol ng mga asong ulol,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">at mga kerubing sumisipol</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="FR">sa pagsilang ng Hari at sanggol.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-6208016281698242169?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-85739224155337836602007-01-16T07:38:00.000+08:002007-01-16T07:45:58.075+08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="">( 3^rd PRIZE )<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;">Munting Hari</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">by Henry Ponce</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Sa kadiliman ng gabi, mga tala ay nagniningning</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Ngunit katangi-tangi ang isang bituin</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Nagdala ng pananabik sa mga pusong nananalangin</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Sa isang manunubos na pinangakong darating</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES">Matamlay na gabi ay biglang sumigla<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES">Pagsilang ng munting Hari’y nakamamangha<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-VE">Daladala Niya’y pag-asa para sa masa<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Alay Niya para sa buong madla</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Isang munting Hari ngayo’y isinilang na</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-VE">Walang korona ngunit mga anghel Siya’y sinasamba<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-VE">Makapangyarihang Diyos na maamo’t mapagkumbaba<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-VE">Kaligtasan ang dala ng Batang pinagpala<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-VE"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Tanong ng marami, nasaan ang munting Hari</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-VE">Matatagpuan mo Siya sa sabsaban ngayong gabi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-VE">Sa dayaming trono Niya wala Siyang paki<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-VE">Dalawin mo Siya’t huwag kang mag-atubili.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES-VE"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Ito na ang hinihintay ng mga pusong nalulumbay</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Pagsilang ng munting Hari na isa lang ang pakay</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Mga tao’y sa kasalanan, hindi mamamatay</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Sa pag-ibig sa sangkatauhan, buhay Niya’y iaalay.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-8573922415533783660?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1155994956215729172006-08-19T21:23:00.000+08:002006-08-19T21:50:52.620+08:00At magandang umaga din, sa iyo, <span style="font-style: italic;">misis.</span><br />Mabuti naman at natapos ka na ring dumakdak:<br />Pagkat kasalukuyan mong<br /> Kinukubli<br />Ang malaking tinga sa ngipin mong pustiso na<br />ilang libo rin ang bayad<br />sa ilang libo ring kinupit.<br /><br />Magandang hapon po.<br />Huwag mag-aalala, <span style="font-style: italic;">misis, </span>at napansin na namin<br /> ang terno mong <span style="font-style: italic;">pink</span> na blusa at pantalon<br /> na kakulay ng iyong lipstick na imported<br /> at <span style="font-style: italic;">polish</span> na ipinabili mo pa sa anak mo sa Maynila.<br />Napaniniwala mo na kaming mayaman ka,<br />sa halip ng pagkaboses <span style="font-style: italic;">Matutina</span>.<br /><br />Aba, isang magandang gabi, <span style="font-style: italic;">misis.</span><br />Subalit batid naman namin<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /> na ang kaputian mo ay isang panlilinlang<br /> isang pandaraya<br /> tulad ng sari-saring mga aninong namamahay sa iyong puso<br /> na hindi sadyang ipinapamalas<br /> ng baluktot mong Ingles.<br /><br />Salamat po, <span style="font-style: italic;">misis.</span><br />Hindi ko po sukat-akalain<br />na ngayon ko lang mapatutunayan<br />na kailangan laging handa:<br />na ang demonyo ay laging nagbabanta<br />at ang <span style="font-style: italic;">ate</span> niya ang nagpapasuweldo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-115599495621572917?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katimugambalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04154351752362594135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1147257596084064672006-05-10T18:39:00.000+08:002006-05-10T18:39:56.086+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-eric santillan-</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">--may 9, 2006--</span><br /><br /></span>they all thought you were at home<br />just waiting.<br />but i got your message the other day-<br />the one that says you will be here for me-<br />and realized you knew where i was<br />and what i was doing.<br /><br />you watched from a distance<br />as i wasted my life away.<br />you gave me time<br />and space<br />knowing perhaps that i had to be far from you<br />to know how precious you really are to me.<br /><br />(if you had watched more closely<br />you would have seen our picture<br />at my bedside table.<br />i look at it every night<br />...and remember.)<br /><br />please<br />wait<br />for me.<br />and this may take a long time<br />but i am here too<br />still<br />on life's byways and highways<br />looking for home<br />looking for you<br />looking for me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-114725759608406467?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jason k. dy, sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993599118806939631noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1147257563588344772006-05-10T18:38:00.000+08:002006-05-10T18:39:23.590+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-eric santillan-</span><br /></span> <p>fucked up in muck<br />stuck deep into<br />luckless<br />quagmires.<br />blackhole of the past<br />pulling in a<br />tug-of-war of desires.</p> <p>about to drown in neck-deep<br />mud. </p> <p>the more i struggle, the more<br />i seem to sink.<br />hope is the first to give way<br />as i stopped shouting for help<br />because no one is there to listen to pitiful cries<br />anyway.</p> <p>faith unraveled as a single strand<br />unravels cloth gradually.</p> <p>love is the last to go<br />like a flickering candle in the dark. </p> <p>strangely, just when the candle was blown by the wind<br />that's when i felt your hand pull me out. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-114725756358834477?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jason k. dy, sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993599118806939631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1147257477332997582006-05-10T18:37:00.000+08:002006-05-10T18:37:57.346+08:00<strong></strong> <span style="font-size: 0.8em;"><em><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">eric santillan</span><br /></span>-8 day retreat. Mirador JesuitVilla.-</em></span><br /><br />Nagkanda-hulog-hulog ka pa<br />Sa pagpanday ng bahay mong<br />Liliparin lamang ng hangin at<br />Lulunurin ng ulan.<br /><br />Ewan ko ba kung nakikita mo ang<br />Papalapit na agos<br />O ang unos na sisira<br />Ng iyong mga pangarap.<br /><br />Tuloy, iindap-indap at sasayaw-sayaw<br />Ka sa gitna ng iyong buhol-buhol<br />Na gawa-gawang<br />Bahay-bahayan.<br /><br />Papalapit na ang ulan.<br />Siguradong magsisimula ka ulit.<br /><br />Ngunit nakakapagtaka.<br />Tuloy ka pa rin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-114725747733299758?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jason k. dy, sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993599118806939631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1141652589393954552006-03-06T21:41:00.000+08:002006-03-06T21:47:58.243+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >ni <a href="http://soujornovicsj.blogspot.com">Fr. Victor Baltazar, S.J.</a><a href="http://soujornovicsj.blogspot.com"> </a>aka Reggie Adviento<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">(Inalay sa isang kapatid sa Kapisanan)</span><br /><br /><br />tila putikang tubig<br />ang abong dinilig<br />ng banal Mong tubig:<br />butil-butil na kinumpol,<br />sa noo nami’y kinintal,<br />paggunita sa nangagkalat na lupa<br />na tumipon sa ‘Yong Salita.<br />at sa isang iglap ay nalikha<br />kaayusang sinisibulan<br />ng samu’t saring gandang<br />humihinga’t dumarama,<br />kumikilos, nagpapagal,<br />nag-iisip at nagmamahal.<br /><br />sana’y may bulong Kang bago’t<br />hingahan ang putikang tubig na loob ko,<br />pagkumpul-kumpulin rin nawa<br />na parang abong naging krus,<br />itong butil-butil kong<br />pagbangon at pagdapa<br />sa pananalig at pag-ibig.<br />panaugin ang krus mula noo<br />hanggang puso at pag puno na’t hitik<br />sa kilos ng katawan, masdan ako’t ngitian—<br />bumulalas rin ng “kayganda!”<br />sabay ganyakin mo akong muli<br />sa kapana-panabik<br />mong inuuwiang<br />pahinga.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Collegio SR Bellarmino, Roma<br />06.03.06</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-114165258939395455?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1140795748457577222006-02-24T23:38:00.000+08:002006-02-24T23:42:28.476+08:00<a href="http://themoviefanatic.blogspot.com"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >ni Sch. Weng Bava, SJ</span></a><br /><br />Una tayong nagkita sa isang dinispers na rally sa Mendiola<br />Nanginginig ka at pamura-mura, <span style="font-style: italic;">Lintek na mga pulis ‘yan!</span><br />Ang sabi mo, habang pinipiga ang laylayan ng ‘yong kamiseta<br />Giniginaw ka subalit nag-aapoy ang dibdib mo sa galit <br /><br />Tapos nagkita na naman tayo doon sa may Welcome Rotonda<br />Kung saan magtatagpo ang pangkat niyo patungong EDSA<br />May bigkis ang ‘yong noo at may hawak kang plakard:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tama na! Sobra na! Palitan na! </span><br /><br />Sa ikatlo nating pagtatagpo, humihiyaw at pumapalakpak ka<br />Nang i-announce ni June Keithley: <span style="font-style: italic;">Marcos has fled the country!</span><br />Sumasayaw ka kasama ng mga pari at madre, guro, estudyante<br />Habang ako sa isang sulok kasama ng mga kargador at mason<br /><br />At doon nilapitan kita, nagpakilala ako, Efren ang tawag sa akin,<br />Si Ditas naman ako, ang malumanay mong tugon sa tanong ko<br />At isang taon nga, matapos ang masusing panliligaw at suyuan<br />Tutol man ang erpat at ermat mo, isinilang mo si Benigno<br /><br />Kaya’t taun-taon, tuwing anibersaryo ng EDSA, may date tayo<br />Namamasyal sa Roxas Boulevard, kumakain sa Tropical Hut<br />At sa hapon magsisimba, si Cardinal Sin ang naghohomilya<br />At nagtatalumpati naman si Gng. Pangulo, Corazon Aquino<br /><br />Itung-ito ang kuwento ng ating pag-ibig at anibersaryo<br />Gigising tayo ng madaling araw, liliguan ang bata (na naging<br />dalawa, tatlo, apat, lima), kakain ng almusal-- kape at pandesal<br />At saka tutulak patungo ng EDSA, para sa ating pagdiriwang<br /><br />Subalit nang pitong taong gulang na si Benigno, nagdahilan ka<br />Masakit ‘ka mo ang ‘yong ulo, may sinat si Anton, may ubo si Cito<br />Kaya’t hindi kayo, wika mo, makakasama sa taunang nating ritwal<br />‘Di bale na ang sabi ko, baka sa susunod magkakasama muli tayo<br /> <br />Sa pagdating ng walo, siyam, sampu at labing isang anibersaryo<br />Sunod-sunod ang mga pagdadahilan mo: marami pang labada<br />Ang naghihintay labhan, darating ang pinsan ng lolang taga Obando<br />Tatapusin mo ang project ni Bingbing, ipapatuli si Benigno<br /><br />Samantala sa ikalabin-dalawa, ikatlo at labin-apat, ang sabi mo<br />Wala namang nababago, maliit pa rin ang ating kwarto, mababa<br />Ang aking suweldo, bungangera pa rin ang landlady, mahal pa rin<br />Ang gasul, walang tulo ang gripo, tinitingi ang Nawasa’t Meralco<br /><br />Nandiyan pa rin ang mga pusakal, na ngayo’y naka-Barong Tagalog<br />Maitim pa rin ang Ilog Pasig, kasing baho ng Commission on Election<br />Mababa pa rin ang antas ng edukasyon, baku-bako ang mga daan<br />Nangongotong ang mga pulis, nagpapabayad ang mga opisyal, <span style="font-style: italic;">Siyet!</span> <br /><br />Mabuti pa siguro ang namundok ako! Ang minsan mong nabanggit<br />Sa gitna ng panonood ng balita sa T.V. tungkol sa kung sino<br />Ang nang-umit ng ganoon at ganito, sino ang may bagong mansyon<br />Magarang sasakyan, mga seksing kerida, may account sa Switzerland<br /><br />Noong napilit kitang dumalo sa ikalabinlimang anibersaryo ng EDSA<br />Nag-walk out ka sa gitna ng pagtatalumpati ng ating pangulo pagkat<br />Naaalala mo, ang wika mo, ang mga pangakong walang katuparan<br />Mga tinorture nung Martial Law, squatters na dinemolish sa Tondo<br /><br />Kaya’t nagpasya kang sa Canada na lang makipagsapalaran<br />Ako na lang at ang mga bata kung minsan, ang nagpupunta sa EDSA<br />Si Cito pala, magba-valedictorian yata sa C.P. Garcia at si Bingbing,<br />First honor naman sa elementarya at si Benigno natin, nurse na sa March<br /><br />Natanggap mo ba ang first communion picture ni Junjun at ‘yong card<br />Ni Cito (na may bagsak ng isang subject!), kasama ng liham ko’t pag-aasam<br />Na sana sa ikadalawampung anibersaryo natin, makauwi ka man lamang<br />Dahil hindi sapat ang text lamang, para sabihing, <span style="font-style: italic;">Happy Anniversary Darling!</span><br /><br />Love Efren<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-114079574845757722?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1137985621778825052006-01-23T11:04:00.000+08:002006-01-23T11:08:34.456+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >by Sch. Weng Bava, SJ</span><br /><br />Light a candle<br />Not the ordinary ones<br />You can buy from<br />Outside the Church<br />Light one that has scent<br />And intricately carved<br />(With flowers or anagrams)<br /><br />Strike a match<br />And burn your incense oil<br />Put bouquets in front<br />Of the Blessed Mother<br />Open your novena booklets<br />And chant the <span style="font-style: italic;">Te Deum</span><br />(If it has one)<br /><br />And while you’re at it—<br />Kneel<br />And thank God for your kids<br />That never have to beg<br />In the alleys until midnight<br />Thank Him for your warm<br />Mattress that the baglady<br />Dreams of every night<br />Thank Him for the food<br />On your table that would soon<br />Find its way to the dump<br />(For scavengers to feast on)<br /><br />And beg Him that He<br />May not take all these away<br />Until you only have<br />A kerosene for a candle<br />A can of lard for incense<br />And quickly wilting memories<br />(As garland fit for a Queen)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113798562177882505?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1137848391736484612006-01-21T20:45:00.000+08:002006-01-21T21:11:14.136+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >ni Sch. Weng Bava, SJ<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Miminsang nabanggit<br />ko na sa 'yo ang<br />napagin'pan kong<br />pagsasa-ibon mo<br />kung paanong isang<br />katanghaliang tapat<br />bigla mong inunat<br />ang dalawa mong kamay<br />at kumampay kang<br />parang sumasagwan<br />sa hanging nilalambungan<br />ng maninipis na ulap<br /><br />Ibinaling-baling mo<br />ang iyong tuka nang<br />pakal'wa't pakanan<br />tinitiyak kung<br />may lawing magtatangka<br />na dagitin ka o ang yong<br />inakay<br />nang makuntento--<br />kinahig mo nang pagka<br />bilis-bilis ang lupang<br />'yong kinatitindigan at<br />nasulasok ng alikabok<br />ang tigang na paligid<br /><br />Subalit 'di mo alintana<br />ni ininda ng bagwis<br />mong katutubo pa lamang<br />ang naglalaglagang<br />butil ng buhanging<br />nakapupuwing<br />nanlilisik ang iyong<br />titig sa naglalagablab na apoy<br />sa kalawakan<br />at 'sang saglit pa<br />pumailanlang kang<br />parang guryong humulagpos<br />sa bisig ng mananaranggola<br /><br />Humahagibis ang pagsibat<br />sa maugong na langit<br />habang sa ibaba--naghihiyawan<br />sa galak at wari'y inggit<br />ang mga puno ng aguho<br /><br />Sumisirko-sirko<br />nagpupumisik sa<br />nakalululang tarik<br />sa kinakakanlungan<br />ng buwan at bituin at araw<br /><br />Inunat ko ang mga kamay<br />kumampay sa hanging<br />parang naglalayag<br />at unti-unti, sumibol<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">ang </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">sarili kong bagwis<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113784839173648461?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1136937980687534382006-01-11T08:05:00.000+08:002006-01-11T08:06:20.686+08:00ni Gil Donayre, SJ<br /><br />Hinihintay ko ang pagsikat ng araw,<br />ang pagsapit ng bagong umaga.<br /><br />Kinumutan ng makakapal na ulap<br />ang mga unang silahis ng araw.<br /><br />Umambon.<br /><br />Umulan.<br /><br />Bukas.<br />Baka bukas.<br />Uupo ako muli rito.<br />Mag-aantabay sa wisyo ng langit.<br /><br />Baka sa darating na araw,<br />mararanasan ko rin ang <br />pagbububukang-liwayway.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113693798068753438?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1136937918543965982006-01-11T08:04:00.000+08:002006-01-11T08:05:18.546+08:00ni Weng Bava, SJ<br /><br />Alas tres treinta ng umaga<br />Nagsisimulang gumising<br />Ang mga kaluluwang pagal<br />Sa maghapong paggawa<br />At pagbubungkal<br />Na kung anu-anong maaaring<br />Ipantawid gutom <br />O ibalabal man lang<br />Sa katawang nanginginig<br />Sa ginaw at nanlilimahid sa <br />Hilahil <br /><br />Sa sulok niyang angkin<br />Matatanaw ang yayat niyang<br />Katawang hinahagupit ng sasal<br />Ng ubo ng tuberculosis<br />Subalit matamang nakamasid <br />Sa patay-sinding liyab ng<br />Isang libo’t isang bumbilyang<br />Pula<br /> Berde<br /> Asuldilawputi<br />Kumikislap ang mga matang<br />Wala ni isang pikit <br />Manghang-mangha sa grupong<br />Nakapalibot sa sanggol na hubad<br /><br />Ito ang hari, ito naman ang prinsipe<br />Narito ang duke, ang pastol at ang mga ale<br />Sa banda roon may kabayong ngumunguya<br />Sa kanan ay tupa o kambing yata<br />Ang mag-asawa, nahihiya sa mga bisita<br />Sa bubong naman ay may anghel<br />Kumpleto na, kumpleto na! <br /><br />At ako, ako ang tagapalis ng langaw<br />Tagabugaw ng lamok na magtatangkang<br />Lumapit sa Niñong Bathala<br /><br />Titilaok ang manok, babalik sa kama<br />Ang mga nagsipamili ng puto bungbong<br />At siya, magbabantay, maghihintay<br />Hanggang magsimbang gabi muli<br />Mamaya, mamaya<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113693791854396598?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1136937841503630962006-01-11T08:03:00.000+08:002006-01-11T08:04:01.503+08:00ni Doc Atoy Salazar, SJ<br /><br />Katawan ko ay patpat<br />Palarang damit makintab<br />Inilawang makislap<br />Nang matanaw ng lahat<br /><br />Tala akong kasama <br />Nagbigay liwanag sa<br />Tatlong magong banyaga<br />Hanggang sabsabang aba<br /><br />‘sang kuwebang ubod dilim<br />‘sang amang walang kimkim<br />‘sang Inang Birhen mandin<br />‘sang sanggol, Diyos natin<br /><br /> S’yang musmos na Dakila<br />Anak ng Mahiwaga<br />Niñong tanglaw sa dilim<br />S’yang kaligtasan natin<br /><br />Mula sa araw na ‘yon<br />Magpasahanggang ngayon<br />Ako’y nagpapaalala<br />Sa araw na sinilang Siya.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113693784150363096?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1136937718815627202006-01-11T08:01:00.000+08:002006-01-11T08:01:58.816+08:00by Atoy Salazar, M.D., S.J. <br /><br />From an unnamed wood<br />Had I been born,<br />What once sturd’ly stood<br />A tree now meekly torn.<br /><br />My rough-grained boughs<br />Four walls did build,<br />A floor that’s small<br />Roof open to the wind.<br /><br />In this cold of night<br />I was not meant to be<br />The bearer of cool hay<br />For the ox and ass around me.<br /><br />Instead I was to humbly hold<br />In my smoothened box’d bark,<br />With dry yarns of grass of gold<br />A tiny babe Who conquered the dark<br /><br />His little body,<br />The Word enfleshed<br />Mankind’s salvation’s glory,<br />A Son most richly blest.<br /><br />And so indeed my trunk was split<br />But not to be thrown, left to rot.<br />My King, My Savior, My Christ<br />To cradle Him was my lot<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113693771881562720?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1136937641151188252006-01-11T08:00:00.000+08:002006-01-11T08:00:41.153+08:00by Neo Saicon, SJ<br /><br /><br />It clings to the twig, and swings<br />On a cold autumn week,<br />The last to leave.<br />When winter winds prick,<br />It waits…<br />And waits… <br />And waits and then —<br />Flicks! <br /><br />Tossing and turning<br />Upon the cold winds calling,<br />Its journey of ending — beginning.<br />Gliding and sliding<br />And tumbling and rolling<br />Towards the frosty earth’s landing.<br />Relishing,<br />Its swinging and swaying,<br />As if everlasting.<br />Dancing and prancing,<br />And swerving and swirling<br />In a world awaiting,<br />Its coming.<br />Giving,<br />Into the sway of a rhythm.<br />Frolicking and playing<br />In the season that seems unending.<br /><br />Finally. <br />It rests<br />The earth unmoving. <br />The grass uncaring.<br />The world forgetting.<br />It rests.<br /><br />And the world returns to its humdrum beat.<br />And the world forgets the dance of the leaf.<br />And so the world forgets…<br />Just like it does with Christmas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113693764115118825?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1136937587687686462006-01-11T07:59:00.000+08:002006-01-11T08:09:32.633+08:00by EJ Gerilla<br /><br />Lights are on; tunes fill the airwaves,<br />Christmas has gained its welcome.<br />Lo, a glimpse of newness over bleakness,<br />Despite hard times and hunger’s pangs.<br />Blessed are the beggars<br />in the triumph of the Light;<br />Hope breaks the spell of darkness.<br /><br />Yuletide remains a season for moppets.<br />Christmas belongs to the innocent.<br />No grumbling, no fuss, no worries.<br />Old familiar tunes linger in their ears.<br />Anticipating the adventure of caroling this year.<br /><br />So there go the children like loose hunters, gathering bottle caps,<br />eying nails and slender wood.<br />Caps flattened, polished<br />and pinned to a rod with piercing nails<br />and bruised fingers.<br />A tambourine is born<br />to accompany the humming birds.<br /><br />Our carolers are ready.<br /><br />They begin with the neighbors,<br />Raising merry tunes, shaking their tambourine.<br />Christmas greetings to each household<br />Chanting of straining voices linger over the panes<br />Gathering bills, coins, fruits and goodies<br />As the night stretches into long darkness,<br />Sometimes unfortunate at hostile households<br />Chased by unfriendly scamps and dogs<br />But never disheartened. <br />Weary yet patient, persevering.<br />Daring to sing for more homes.<br /><br />Red lights, chasing cars in traffic,<br />Singing Christmas tunes,<br />shaking their tambourine.<br />Good for a few pennies<br />if windows slide down<br />before the lights turn green.<br /><br />Trudging a few more steps,<br />Before they end their songs.<br />They wander far and near<br />like troubadours and minstrels.<br />When the night is worn<br />and distances covered wide<br />…it’s time to go home.<br /><br />A night of innocent caroling done.<br />They divide the fruits of their toil.<br /><br />One waif, out of his share,<br />buys a pack of milk.<br />To a tiny Tondo shanty the boy hurries.<br />There a babe has waited all night,<br />Weeping and sighing.<br />But soon the child in the hammock feeds<br />Peaceful and so tender,<br />gazing at his kuya’s sweetest smile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113693758768768646?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1134564926765689882005-12-14T20:51:00.000+08:002005-12-14T20:55:26.776+08:00Jason K. Dy, SJ<br /><br />You root yourself<br />beside an old, stone-cold building<br />ready to lick and burn it<br />with your fiery flowers<br />then paint its walls black<br /><br />and I,<br />standing from a distance,<br />afraid to get burned.<br /><br />Yet from afar<br />you stand still<br />like in those summers past<br />of green leaves unleaving,<br />of flowers blooming then enflaming<br />with yellows and vermilions<br />without bothering<br />the mockery of usually green trees<br />of your uncommon guise.<br /><br />Silently you root yourself<br />in the earth’s womb<br />that bears you since<br />you were a tiny seed<br />sowed by invisible hands<br /><br />and embrace yourself—<br />a burning tree<br />that neither blazes nor flickers<br />as the wind passes<br />nor consumes others near,<br />nearest you<br /><br />but you only breathe life<br />into the old, stone-cold building<br />and shower life’s hue<br />into the green grass on your foothold<br />by the sheer falling of your redness,<br /><br />and invite me—<br />still from a distance—<br />to come nearer.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>June 20, 2002 <br />Berchmans Building</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113456492676568988?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jason k. dy, sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993599118806939631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1134107831547257672005-12-09T13:54:00.000+08:002005-12-10T22:07:44.580+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >by <a href="http://themoviefanatic.blogspot.com/">Sch. Weng Bava</a>, SJ</span><br /><br />i never ask you a rose garden<br />but a place to just rest awhile<br />while storm rages from within and without<br />to soothe my aching limbs and worn-out flesh<br />a place to hide away from pelting pain<br />free at last to wipe my face of mingled dust<br />and tears<br /><br />i never ask for a palace in the sky<br />a hut will do to shield me from the stifling heat<br />of my own unbearable, consuming passion<br />to breathe the fresh breeze of unspoilt love<br />in the dawn of a new day when love was love and you<br />were mine<br /><br />but you lay me down a bed of thorns<br />and tug me in a blanket of snow<br />i shiver from the biting cold and howl like the wind<br />numb in the coldness of my own<br />silly dreams<br /><br /><blockquote>Weng is a second year philosopher currently taking up his MA in Comparative Literature in the University of the Philippines, Diliman. He is the resident cineaste in Loyola House of Studies and favors a wide range of movies from <span style="font-style: italic;">Ang Mga Mata ni Angelina </span>to that of Francois Ozon's <span style="font-style: italic;">Water Drops on Burning Rocks. </span>A prolific writer, Weng's works are likened to that of Anton Chekov and Ernest Hemingway. He's known as the blogger afficionado maintaning more than nine blogs in blogspot.<br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113410783154725767?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1133928400467765402005-12-07T12:00:00.000+08:002005-12-08T09:07:22.096+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >by <a href="http://katimugambalon.blogspot.com">Sch. Edward Joseph Magtoto</a>, SJ</span><br /><br />silence.<br /><br />The chirps of birds mean nothing.<br />The chatter of crickets unimportant.<br />The clicking keyboards,<br />the harsh banter of plates and cutlery,<br />the canned melodies from a silver box—<br />all sound the same, all mean the same,<br />for they mean not more than the silence within.<br /><br />When shall I hear you sing, O bells of yore?<br />I long for that faithful melody—the hymn of high noon,<br />the cadenced chant of twilight.<br />I long to close my eyes and hear<br />that clanging tenor which soothes my soul.<br />I long to breathe in that song of praise: a serenade<br />to the Woman who sings for joy.<br />I long for that rhythmic poetry of ringing—<br />when the silence within resounds the more,<br />when the choreographed revelry of your delightful chimes<br />announce the banquet to friends once more.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Jody is on his second year of Philosophy at the Ateneo de Manila University. He is also finishing a thesis for his MS in Computer Science. Jody loves to watch art films and read novels. Jody is into photography and verse and prose composition. Along with other Jesuit enthusiasts, he maintains a blog about food and spirituality entitled<a href="http://thejesuitgourmet.blogspot.com"> The Jesuit Gourmet</a>. </span> <br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113392840046776540?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katimugambalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04154351752362594135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1133857960780373482005-12-06T16:31:00.000+08:002005-12-08T09:01:20.233+08:00<h3 class="post-title"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >by <a href="http://kamingawsapayag.blogspot.com/">Rev. Lester Maramara</a>, SJ</span><br /> </h3> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Sisyphus pushes the rock up the mountain;<br />I push it down.<br />Not that I wish to.<br />But the burden of the cargo that<br />uncomfortably balances itself on my shoulder<br />covers my eyes with cold sweat<br />creating crevices of burn and blood.<br />Yet, if I am to be left free<br />I will go beyond where Sisyphus had not reached:<br />fly to the top of the heavens<br />rocket-fast, charging the winds<br />with all desire and will<br />carrying with me the burden<br />I wish not to bear but decided.<br />My heart burns wild in frenzy<br />as I focus my gaze on the Star<br />accompanying me anywhere I go<br />seducing me to climb the mountain of my sweet doom<br />giving me stronger wings to further fly.<br />For my heart finds its rest<br />in the constant climbing and flying.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113385796078037348?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1133843736428561742005-12-06T12:31:00.000+08:002005-12-06T12:35:36.440+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">by<a href="http://themoviefanatic.blogspot.com"> Sch. Noel Y. Bava</a>, SJ</span><br /><br />What marvel! What terror is this?<br />The hands that knew nay gentleness<br />From many a lumber caressed<br />Be made to touch a Baby blessed?<br /><br />Ere my arms did tug close timbers<br />Cuddles now a child that shivers—<br />In howling gale o’ harried winter—<br />My heart, in joy an’ grief, asunder<br /><br />What blessing, and oh, what curse!<br />In feeble mind and soul I purse?<br />To be father, not begetter<br />Of a child mine, and yet never?<br /><br />But when I look into his eyes<br />That yet to see, my anguish dies<br />And that cherubic yawn he makes<br />Away! All my horrors he takes<br /><br />Ah! What death and also what birth?<br />What sorrow to surcease the mirth<br />Of proclaiming to be silent<br />And being silent to lament<br /><br />O God, O Lord and co-Father!<br />Look down, forgive me woodworker<br />Prithee, poor carpenter, I am<br />Serve Thee, the Infant in my arm…<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Dec. 11, 2004</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113384373642856174?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1133774156776691292005-12-05T17:14:00.000+08:002005-12-08T09:00:12.830+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >ni <a href="http://batikbatiknakariktan.blogspot.com">jason k. dy, sj</a></span><br /><br />pinili't tinipon<br />mga sangang<br />bali-bali't<br />hiwa-hiwalay<br />mula sa punong<br />bumagsak<br />at nawasak<br />noong bagyong<br />sa ami'y<br />sumira't<br />naminsala.<br /><br />mga sangang ito'y<br />pinilit na lamang<br />ginawang krismastri.<br /><br />sa malaking<br />latang yupi,<br />mga sanga'y<br />sinisiksik,<br />pinagpapatungan<br />ng mga batong<br />malalaki't maliliit,<br />at sa berdeng<br />papel de hapon,<br />ang lata't<br />mga bato'y nagkukubli.<br /><br />kumpol ng<br />nakatayong sanga,<br />palamuti'y<br />ibang-iba:<br />may kending<br />nakatali sa sanga,<br />pero karamihan nito'y<br />batong hugis-kendi --<br />nagmimistulang kendi,<br />mayroon ding<br />sitserya,<br />'sang piso lang<br />ang halaga<br />ng bawat isa,<br />nakasabit din<br />ang mga punit na't<br />lumang krismas kard,<br />at may belen pang<br />ginupit lang<br />sa diyaryong<br />pambalot ng<br />daing<br />noon pa.<br /><br />pagsapit ng<br />pasko<br />pagmamasdan ko ito<br />habang<br />umiinom ng<br />kapeng mainit<br />at ngumunguya ng<br />pandesal<br />na malamig,<br />at sana<br />masulyapan ito<br />ng mga bituin<br />sa kalangitan<br />kahit sandali<br />man lang.<br /><br /><em>sa mga taga-erya G4,<br />sapang palay.<br />pasko 1998</em><br /><em></em><br />nailathala ng <strong><em>heights</em></strong><br />tomo xlix, bilang. 1, taon 2001<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113377415677669129?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jason k. dy, sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993599118806939631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1133739396101420722005-12-05T07:34:00.000+08:002005-12-08T08:58:40.223+08:00(panalangin ng kababagong-alay na lingkod)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ni Fr. Victor R. Baltazar, S.J. aka. Reggie Adviento, S.J.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">“lovely lady dressed in blue,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">teach me, teach me how to pray;</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">God was just your little boy,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">teach me, teach me what to say...”</span><br /></div><br />Aleng Bughaw, aleng bughaw:<br />Kapag sabsaban ay iba,<br />makukuha mo pa kaya’ng<br />lumimlim sa iyong puso’t<br />nang mainin ang pagkataong<br />nililikha na ng Salita?<br /><br />Harinawa....<br /><br />Pagkat ‘di dayaming mainit<br />at haplos na kay lambot<br />ang saplot naming sa ambot<br />na ‘tong lipunan sumilang<br />na sanggol. ‘Di mga pobreng<br />banayad na pastol ang naunang<br />dumalaw kundi matapobreng<br />magbabayad ng sa kahalayang<br />lagi nang sugarol.<br /><br />Sa sabsaban naming iba<br />ay ‘di kamanyang o mira<br />o ginto ang dala ng iba<br />rin namang magong nagpunta.<br />Pera at poder na kahalihalina<br />ang dala ng anghel dela guardiang<br />bantay-salakay naman kaha<br />sa kasisilang na katiwala.<br />Diyata’t buntong tukso’ng buntala,<br />sa pusikit na langit ang humila.<br /><br />Aleng bughaw, aleng bughaw.<br />Itong gusgusi’y pulutin sana<br />sa ngumangasab na sabsaban,<br />ikubli sa halukipkip mong payapa,<br />at pagkadaka’y uguyin mo’t iduyan<br />nang ‘di masindak sa kahalayan<br />yaring bagong silang na kabanalan.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sacred Heart Novitiate<br />20 December 1999<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>Paring Vic is a Jesuit priest temporarily residing in Rome, Italy to pursue doctoral studies in Spiritual Theology at the Pontifical Gregorian University. Writing verse and cooking adobo are two things which keep hismind clear, his heart on fire and his feet on the ground. He also gives <a href="http://ignatiusofloyola.blogspot.com/">retreats and recollections</a> to <a href="http://867questions.blogspot.com/">Jesuits</a>, diocesan priests, religious nuns, seminarians and lay people.<br /></blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113373939610142072?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1133739095396320402005-12-05T07:29:00.000+08:002005-12-05T07:31:35.413+08:00(O Kung Magdarasal kay San Jose ang Magpapari)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ni Fr. Victor R. Baltazar, S.J. aka. Papang Payapa</span><br /><br />Bakit kay tahimik <br />mong lalaki at kay maginoong <br />tinanggap ang gayong <br />alanganing sitwasyong <br />nasuungan ng katipan?<br /><br />Bakit kay tahimik mong <br />asawa at tiyak maasikasong <br />umalaga sa buntis mong <br />kabiyak; buong-sabik sa 'yong <br />panganay ng kabanalan?<br /><br />Bakit kay tahimik mong <br />tatay at pagsaksi mong <br />pipi at tiyak-tatag ng 'yong <br />puso ang namana n'yong .<br />Loob na babata sa kahirapan?<br /><br />Ginoong kay tahimik<br />ituro mo sa akin,<br />lakas ng payapang pananalig<br />na may katarungang kakabit.<br /><br />Kabiyak na kay tahimik<br />ituro mo sa akin,<br />bisa ng pipi mong pag-ibig<br />ng 'di masalitang pagmamalasakit.<br /><br />Tatay na kay tahimik,<br />ipakita mo sa akin,<br />loob na nililima't pinakisig<br />ng Salitang umaakit sa pagpapakasakit<br /><br />Ako man, Tata Jose,<br />sa 'ming mundong maingay at mahalay,<br />gusto ko ring maging tatay<br />ng mapagpala mong Panganay.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sacred Heart Novitiate<br />20 December 1999</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113373909539632040?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1133057214919899282005-11-27T10:05:00.000+08:002005-11-27T10:06:54.946+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >by Sch. Xavier Olin, SJ</span> <p> </p> <span style="font-size:85%;">(first sighted in the first month of novitiate)</span><br /><br />when all is still<br />and all earth’s spirits rest<br />and Night’s curtains fallen, sullen<br />make no sound<br />you come calm, no clatter<br />in soft, dancing shimmer<br />tiptoeing on air<br /><br />you come calm, glowing warm<br />in gracefulfilling<br />lulling me<br />in whispered song<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113305721491989928?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1132981853748417122005-11-26T13:08:00.000+08:002005-11-26T13:11:59.793+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">by Rev. Lester Maramara, SJ</span><br /><br />If only for that little flash<br />of the sudden<br />my heart trembles<br />my soul is lifted to the depths of laughter;<br />it dances with the sun<br />breathing the grassy meadows<br />of white clouds and rainbows<br />shoots up into space, into the endless<br />and then,<br />the flicker vanishes<br />the heart stops a while<br />while the soul continues to soar<br />for it continues to desire something more,<br />even for a spark.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">This newly-ordained deacon from Cebu really loves God and adores <a href="http://kamingawsapayag.blogspot.com/"> dogs</a>! </span><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113298185374841712?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1132885770909985882005-11-25T10:21:00.000+08:002005-11-25T10:29:30.930+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ni Dougs Joson</span></span><br /><br />ramdam ba ng dagat<br />ang pagdampi ng ulan<br />ang pagbalabal ng mga ulap<br />pansin ba ng kalawakan<br />ang pagsaliw ng mga ibon<br />sa awit ng kalikasan<br />tila yata di puna<br />tila kapos sa pagsasaalang-alang<br /><br />ngunit sa katahimikan<br />nitong aking kalooban<br />ramdam<br /> pansin at<br /> puna ko<br />ang ‘Yong wangis<br /> ang Yong pagmamahal<br />sa banayad na pagpapahayag<br />ng kinapapalooban kong kadakilaan<br />Ay!<br />Kaluwalhatian!<br /><br />-para kay Ross<br />arvisu villa 2005<br />06032995<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Dougs is a pre-novice of the Society of Jesus. He lives in Arvisu house with sixteen other soul-searchers like him, discerning if the religious way of life of the Jesuits, is their true vocation. He is a member of Canto 5inco, a youth group dedicated to singing praises for God. Dougs likes to read, cook, paint and most of all compose poetry and songs about love and about God who loves him. He maintains a <a href="http://woodpaths2.blogspot.com/">blog</a> of essays, poems and photography. </span><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113288577090998588?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1132048173208877572005-11-15T17:41:00.000+08:002005-11-15T17:55:57.170+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><font></span></span></span><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ni Sch. Eric S. 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/></span><span style="font-size:85%;">SAN MIG LIGHT</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">KUNG MALAMIG</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ANG GABI</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">AT MAG-ISA KANG</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">NAGSESENTI.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">SA BAWAT TUNGGA</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ALAALA</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">NG KAHAPONG</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">MASAYANG MALUNGKOT</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">AT NG MGA ULILANG</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">HANGARIN NG BUKAS.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ANG SIPOL NI TATAY.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">CHOP SUEY NI INA. THEMESONG</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">NATING DALAWA. PABORITONG PABANGO.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">SARANGGOLANG 'DI NA MAKALIPAD.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">MGA SULAT NG KAIBIGANG NAKABAON</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">SA LUMANG KAHON NG SAPATOS.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">MGA NABITIWANG SALITANG 'DI MAIWANAN</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">MGA MALING NAGAWANG BINABALIK-</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">BALIKAN. PAULIT-ULIT. 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Santillan is currently director of Sedeno Pre-Novitiate House. Eric is the ultimate hip-hop Jesuit. He is on his second year of Regency and will come back next year to Loyola House to pursue his Theological studies. 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class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113204817320887757?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1131625900627724852005-11-10T20:20:00.000+08:002005-11-10T20:31:40.646+08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">jason k. dy, sj</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>kay rosing, jvp--<br />nag-alay't<br />naglingkod<br />ng lubos,<br />buhos, at<br />ubos.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />'Nay, 'di ba<br />maaaring<br />pigilan ang<br />pagpigtas<br />ng bugso<br />ng hangin<br />sa 'sang dahon<br />na nakalambitin<br />sa sanga<br />o pigilan man<br />ang usok<br />at upos<br />ng sigarilyo<br />sa pag-agaw<br />ng buntong-hininga?<br /><br />pakli mo'y<br />hindi.<br /><br />kagaya ng<br />kay raming<br />bagay:<br />paghabi<br />ng dagat na bughaw<br />na pinagsasalitan ng<br />ginintuang araw,<br />luntiang kapatagan,<br />at namumulang rosas<br />sa hugis-kuwadradong<br />tubaw;<br />pagkaipit<br />ng mahigpit<br />ng mapagbigay-siglang<br />book mark<br />sa 'di maalaalang<br />pahinang<br />pinagwakasan;<br />paghalik<br />sa labi ng puting sobre<br />para pamaskong<br />pagbati sa<br />mga kaibigan,<br />mga anak<br />ay maihatid<br />kalakip<br />ang walang<br />maliw na init;<br />at pag-order ng<br />pork chop na malutong,<br />mainit na hugis-tasang kanin,<br />maanghang na laing,<br />at siyempre<br />coke na malamig,<br />(na may yelo),<br />sa clubhouse ng Ateneo<br />(na minsa'y walang bayad),<br />pasalamat daw<br />ni Manang<br />sa regalong mong<br />leche flan.<br /><br />oo, nga<br />'di nga<br />pupuwedeng<br />pigilan.<br /><br />mapalad ka, 'Nay,<br />'di ka pa mapigilan,<br />habilin mo pa'y<br />nakaukit<br />sa mga noo't puso<br />magpakailanman—<br />“sa abo galing,<br />sa abo din babalik...”<br />at halimbawa mo'y<br />kay hirap tularan:<br />kusang paglilingkod<br />habambuhay—<br />maghain,<br />magsubo<br />kasabay<br />ng tinapay<br />at alak na inialay<br />sa kaluluwang<br />gutom, uhaw.<br /><br />kaya,<br /><br />sige lang<br />(kahit gusto<br />kitang pigilan)<br />patuloy sa<br />paglakbay,<br />sabayan mo<br />ang nahuhulog<br />na dahon,<br />sumakay ka<br />sa pakpak<br />ng hangin<br />habang<br />sumasayaw,<br />ngumingiti,<br />nahuhulog<br />sa bisig<br />na umaakay<br />at lumikha<br />ng lahat<br />ng nilikha.</span><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><em>Si Nanay Rosing ay isang mabuting kaibigan. </em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Naglingkod sa Jesuit Volunteer Philippines (JVP). </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Namatay noong Mierkules ng Abo pagkatapos maglingkod bilang Lay Minister </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">sa misa ng Pamantasan ng Ateneo de Manila.<br />2-28-2001</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113162590062772485?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jason k. dy, sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993599118806939631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1131412233476446692005-11-08T09:03:00.000+08:002005-11-08T09:10:33.490+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Sch. Weng Bava, SJ</span><br /><br />Sister, I heard you weeping--<br />Early one morning<br />Inside the Della Strada,<br />And thought you needed the chapel--<br />All by yourself<br /><br />So I left you alone<br />Wondering why and what and for whom<br />Were you crying your heart out loud<br />I did not know you nor even saw your face<br /><br />But saw your lavender shoes<br />It made me smile<br /><br />And later in the day<br />I saw you by the roots<br />Of the old Banyan tree<br />You were laughing yourself out<br />As if no one saw you<br />As if you didn't care<br /><br />Your hair beckoned in the wind<br />As you took two dangling roots<br />And swung your troubles away<br /><br />Laughing<br />Like a mute hyena<br />Your patent lavender shoes<br />Kissing<br />The freshly mowed grass<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113141223347644669?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1131343076075467162005-11-07T13:30:00.000+08:002005-11-07T13:58:15.493+08:00Unang Kabanata<br /><br />Napansin kong may sisinipang tansan si Kara nang kami ay nagpatuloy. Mukha ngang mahaba-haba rin ang paglalakbay. Tiyak na kakalam ang mga sikmura namin at minabuti kong tumungo kami sa tindahan ni Aling Grasya.<br /><br />"Tao po!"<br /><br />Banayad at mainit ang simoy ng hangin nang itinaktak ko ang piso sa bintana.<br /><br />"Pabili po!"<br /><br />"Aling Grasya!"<br /><br />Dumungaw ang matanda at sabay ipinusod ang kanyang buhok na inuuban.<br /><br />"Sandali lang, mga anak."<br /><br />Dumadahak ang lumpo nang makalapit siya sa amin.<br /><br />"Ano yon?"<br /><br />"Pabili po ng limang pan de sal."<br /><br />Inilagay ni Aling Grasya ang tinapay sa supot na yari sa lumang diyaryo. Ngumiti siya sa amin at muling dumahak.<br /><br />"Mukhang luluwas kayong, dalawa, a."<br /><br />"Opo! Pupunta kami doon!"<br /><br />"Eee... saan ba iyon, iha?"<br /><br />"Doon po! Sa Abot-Tanaw po!"<br /><br />"Malayo-layo ngang biyahe. Ba't hindi niyo itong baunin? Sagot ko na."<br /><br />Binigyan kami ng matanda ng dalawang supot ng palaman. Tuwang-tuwa si Kara.<br /><br />"Salamat po! Salamat po!"<br /><br />Nagpaalam kami kay Aling Grasya at nagpasalamat. Bitbit namin ang baon, at sinimulan naming tahakin ang mahaba subalit makulay na daan.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(itutuloy)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113134307607546716?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katimugambalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04154351752362594135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1131277779980477542005-11-06T19:39:00.000+08:002005-11-06T19:50:55.490+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >ni Sch. Jordan J. Orbe, SJ<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Hindi ito ang una.<br />Ang totoo nga<br />Hindi ko na mabilang<br />Kung ilang beses na tayong nag-usap<br />Na nakaupo<br />Sa bangkong dahan-dahang inuubos ng anay<br />Habang patuloy na tumutubo ang damo.<br />Tanong ko lang,<br />Mauubos kaya ng anay ang bangko<br />Bago ka pa tuluyang magsawa<br />Sa kasisinghot<br />Ng usok mula sa Winstong inutang ko pa sa tindahan<br />O sa pakikinig<br />Sa mali-mali't baluktot kong pangangatwiran?<br />Patawad, 'ka ko, sabay buga.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Ang tanging tugon ay ang 'di mo paglisan.<br /><br /><blockquote>Jordan or "Jordy" is on his second year of Regency. He is currently finishing his MA in Psychology at the Ateneo de Manila University. Jordan is also vice-director of the San Jose College Seminary. For a long time, Jordan has been with the Center for Ignatian Spirituality, coordinating and helping out with the programs of the Center to bring people closer to God through the <a href="http://ignatiusofloyola.blogspot.com/">Spiritual Exercises</a>. This poem was from an anthology of works called <span style="font-style: italic;">Epilogue, </span>a literary folio of Jesuit Juniors of 2001-2002. <br /></blockquote><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113127777998047754?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1130989697492772982005-11-03T11:46:00.000+08:002005-11-06T19:52:59.830+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><em>jason k. dy sj</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>for m.v.</em></span><br /><br />you invited Death<br />with a butter knife<br />sharpened through time<br />to slice your life<br />of stale bread and melted butter<br />into reddened, dried bits and pieces<br />of breadcrumbs.<br /><br />and Life responded<br />with salted tears<br />to season your life<br />of dough to be re-kneaded, re-shaped, re-baked<br />into a tastier<br />bread.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>february 26, 2005<br />mt. abong-abong,<br />pasonanca, zamboanga city</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113098969749277298?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jason k. dy, sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993599118806939631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1130980649406816652005-11-03T09:16:00.000+08:002005-11-03T09:17:29.406+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ni Sch. Weng Bava, SJ</span></span><br /><br />Alas nuebe ng gabi nang simulang gumapang<br />Ang mga kaluluwang pagal sa maghapong<br />Pagpipigil-patay, sa mga nitsong sako at karton<br />At sa kung saan-saang sulok na hindi basa<br />Inilatag ang mga katawang nanlilimahid sa siphayo<br /><br />Habang ang ila’y kuntentong nakabaluktot sa loob<br />Ng peryodikong may pabatid ng bagong kabubukas<br />Na kondominyum, ang mga paslit ay pawang anghel<br />Sa pagkakahimlay at ‘di pansin ang papatinding lamig<br />Sa plazang itinayo para kay Meyor Arsenio Lacson<br /><br />Sa bandang pedestal nang yumaong alkalde ng Maynila<br />Maaninag ang isang dalagitang durog sa kasisinghot<br />Sa supot ng rugby, nangungulit ng pera sa isang mamang<br />Maganda ang bihis at panay ang lamas sa suso ng bangag<br />‘Di alintana ang mga matang nagmamasid at ‘di nakakakita<br /><br />Doon sa may malahiganteng paso ikinabit ng aling patpatin<br />Ang pansamantalang kulambong tumatakip sa kasisilang<br />Na sanggol samantalang ang asawa’y nakatayong nagpaparaos<br />Ng tinunggang alak sa kalawanging bakod at saka nagmumura<br />At nagbabantang papatayin ang kalaguyo ng may TB’ng asawa<br /><br />Sa ilalim ng nakabubulag na liwanag ng isang lampara<br />Tahimik na nagbubuklat ng aklat abugasya ang isang mataba<br />At bata pang estudyante samantalang sa harap niya ay<br />Masugid na sinusuma ng matandang lalaking abuhin ang ulo<br />Ang mapapalad (at tatamang tiyak!) na mga numero sa lotto<br /><br />May mga lalake’t babaeng magkalingkis ang mga paa<br />Mga magsing-irog na inabutan ng libog at dilim at kapos<br />Din naman sa salapi at hiya ay doon na magpapalipas ng gabi<br />Malawak, maluwag ang Plaza Lacson at walang ipinagbabawal<br />‘Di gaya ng mga sementeryong pang mayaman<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113098064940681665?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1130980275973659402005-11-03T09:03:00.000+08:002005-11-03T09:11:15.990+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >ni Sch. Neupito Saicon, SJ</span><br /><br />O pusong mapaglaro,<br />Bakit ka naman ganyan?<br />Kung kelan ako sigurado,<br />S’ya mo namang binubulabog.<br />Kung kelan ako nagdududa,<br />S’ya mo namang pinapapanatag.<br /><br />O pusong mapaglaro,<br />Bakit ka naman ganyan?<br />Sunod pa naman ako<br />Sa Iyo nang sunod.<br />Sa pag-uunawang<br />Mas alam mo ang lahat.<br /><br />O pusong mapaglaro,<br />Bakit ka naman ganyan?<br />Kung kelan ako nag-iisip,<br />Sabat ka nang sabat.<br />Kung tinatanong kita,<br />‘Di ka naman sumasagot.<br /><br />O pusong mapaglaro,<br />Bakit ka naman ganyan?<br />Kelan mo ba ako titigilan at<br />Tutulungan?<br /><br />Subalit,<br />Ikaw yata’y sadyang ganyan.<br /><br />Pusong mapaglaro.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Neupito or "Junjun" hails from the beautiful city of Cagayan de Oro, southern part of the Philippines. He is now a Junior in the Society of Jesus. Junjun is the beadle of his batch. This poem was written during his Thirty-Day Retreat where he made an "election" i.e., he chose to follow Christ for the rest of his life. Junjun maintains blogs where he regularly writes <a href="http://muteprophet.blogspot.com">reflection</a> and publishes <a href="http://picinspirations.blogspot.com">photos</a>. </span><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113098027597365940?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1130832903428526502005-11-01T16:06:00.000+08:002005-11-01T16:15:03.443+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">by Rev. Lester Maramara, SJ</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">I stand in awe</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">bold and awake</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">ready to spring like frog</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">secure that I have nothing</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">but the will to go on.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">I started with a dying</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">of wanting to fly to the end</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">but reaching nothing</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">except confusion.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">I reached into the hollow</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">to fill in the gap;</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">I ran a good run</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">amidst the stumbling and the grumbling</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">to accompany </span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">the Other who beckons me</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">not with comfort nor promises of heaven</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">but with an open heart</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">that wills me to be there beside.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">Nothing else desiring</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">except to be there</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">beside the One. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">Even if I wallow on my own </span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">I walk</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">following the broken road </span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">stepping upon broken glass</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">I get comfort in his company.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">Nothing changes;</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">Love remains.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Rev. Lester has just been ordained deacon last September 11, 2005 together with batchmates Jonjee Sumpaico and Buboy Silerio. Rev. Lester has been for a long time, promoter of vocations and director of Arvisu House, a pre-novitiate formation house for those intending to enter the Society of Jesus. Rev. Lester is finishing his M.A. studies in theology as he prepares for his ordination to the presbyterate next year. He loves dogs, fish and anything that moves. He is the "Manong" or Big Brother of younger Jesuit Scholastics. </span><br /></blockquote><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113083290342852650?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1130556408185662912005-10-29T11:20:00.000+08:002005-10-29T11:26:48.203+08:00(Pagsasakatawang-tao)<br /><br />ni Sch. Renel C. Dimacali, SJ<br /><br />Halina't lumangoy<br />sa burak ng kamatayan<br />nang marinig taghoy<br />hangin sa sinapupunan.<br /><br />Unos ng pighati't<br />nakasasakal na langit<br />pumaikot, pumulupot<br />sa pag-asang bubot.<br /><br />Sabayan ang alon,<br />salungatin ang pag-agos.<br />Sisirin, iahon<br />kaluluwang nakagapos.<br /><br />At mahinahong sagipin<br />ang nalulunod na bitwin. <br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Renel is a first year regent at the Ateneo de Naga University. He teaches Philosophy, French and Literature there. He is into poetry and music. He also likes partying and watching films. This poem was written when Renel was a Junior. <br /> </span></blockquote><br /><blockquote></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-113055640818566291?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1129859042099534712005-10-21T09:37:00.000+08:002005-10-21T09:46:06.153+08:00<p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">ni Sch. Weng Bava, SJ</span><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Ang pagtatalop ng mansanas<br />ay walang iniwan sa pagdarasal<br />Pinagninilayan ang hugis<br />at ang kulay bago balatan<br />(Ang sarili, sinasalamin, sinusuri)<br />Marahang hinihiwa ng manipis<br />ang balat<br />(Tulad ng marahang pag-aantanda)<br />Paikot ng paikot<br />(Tulad ng pagsambit ng rosaryo)<br />Umuulit, nagwawakas, nagsisimula<br />(patatawarin, mangangako, mambibigo)<br />Hanggang sa<span style=""> </span>mahubuan ang katawan<br />(Tuwing magkukumpisal)<br />at malantad ang maputing laman<br />at maiitim na buto<br />(<st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Gaya</st1:place></st1:city> ng makasalanang taimtim<br />na nagtitika sa mga kahinaan)<br />Habang ang halimuyak<br />ay nanunuot sa balingusngusan<br />(Tulad ng alingasaw ng pagnanasa<br />at kasakiman)<br /><o:p> </o:p><br />At ang bilyong butil, gaano man<br />katamis o kaasim<br />ay sa bibig tinutunaw<br />na para bang pagkakasalang<br />sa biyaya ng awa, nauupos, nalulusaw<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:SimSun;" >-- <st1:date month="5" day="15" year="2003" st="on">May 15, 2003</st1:date></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:SimSun;"><st1:date month="5" day="15" year="2003" st="on"></st1:date></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112985904209953471?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1129392904156276292005-10-15T23:35:00.000+08:002005-10-16T20:30:03.843+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">ni Katimugambalon</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Unang Kabanata</span><br /><br />Naglalakad kami ni Kara mag-aalas otso ng umaga ng isang makulimlim na Lunes. May dala-dala siyang isang supot ng butong pakwan na kanyang pinapapak samantalang ikinakaladkad ang kanyang mga paang ginagalis.<br /><br />Tumingin siya sa akin at nagtanong, "Ano kaya ang gagawin natin ngayon, kuya?"<br /><br />"Pupunta tayo sa Abot-Tanaw."<br /><br />"Paano naman tayo pupunta doon?"<br /><br />"Hindi ko alam. Pero nakikita naman natin, di ba? Basta maglakad lang tayo nang maglakad, tiyak na makararating din tayo doon."<br /><br />Sinubukan namin ni Kara na maaninaw ang Abot-Tanaw. Tinanaw namin ang daan patungo doon: nang sa gayon, matantiya namin ang haba ng aming paglalakbay.<br /><br />"Mga limang oras kaya."<br /><br />"Siguro mga walo"<br /><br />"Parang napakatagal naman iyon, kuya."<br /><br />"Basta tiyak na makararating tayo."<br /><br />Nagtinginan kami ni Kara. At kahit hindi namin tahas na binigkas, batid kong nagkaron kami ng kasunduang gagawin namin ang abot ng aming makakaya upang makarating sa Abot-tanaw.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">(itutuloy)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112939290415627629?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katimugambalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04154351752362594135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1129376386582110092005-10-15T19:33:00.000+08:002005-10-15T23:15:44.746+08:00<strong><em></em></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>by <a href="http://batikbatiknakariktan.blogspot.com">Jason K. Dy</a>, SJ</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">I watch with my eyes closed--<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">with each ivory plucking<br />of the dawning breeze<br />accompanied by the soft, caressing brush<br />of the creeping light<br />as it pushes-presses-pulls the spell<br />cast by the passing night<br />away from the cherry tree<br />that slowly awakens from her deep slumber<br /><br />on the silken string that ties the bridge<br />of heaven and earth,<br />of autumn and spring,<br /><br />the cherry buds are blossoming<br />into pink and white oriental petals<br /><br />then in their heightened beauty<br />falling one by one,<br />in chorus<br />steadily dancing to the rhythm<br />of nature’s flowering<br /><br />marking their falling with ripples<br />on the still, quiet stream of water<br />where they are floating, flowing,<br />circling around ancient rocks,<br />cascading into eternal, renewed chants<br />of silence--<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />and I doze off to dream.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>While listening to the ancient yet refreshing music </em><br /><em>of the 13-stringed Japanese instrument called KOTO.<br />August 2, 2005</em><br /><em>ADMU</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112937638658211009?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jason k. dy, sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993599118806939631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1129089235007871462005-10-12T11:48:00.000+08:002005-10-16T20:34:53.946+08:00<p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">by Terence Christopher G. Ang</span></span><br /><o:p></o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Benito</span>, our default mascot in Alingal House, is a turtle whose age one can only guess. Legend has it that a member of the house brought him when he was smaller, and because of neglect, was left to the back-area where clothes are dried. Fortunately, this small enclave had enough supply of growing plants to feed the hungry reptile, enough to have allowed it to grow so much through the years. Many times, he remains hidden beneath foliage. Many times, you wouldn’t even notice he’s there.<o:p></o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">But the rains bring out something magical in Benito. As the first pitter-patter of rain hit the roofs, he extends his long neck anticipating what is to follow. Soon, the shower comes, and a once immobile shell suddenly has legs taking it out from the shade and into heavy downpour. This is Benito’s dance. A dance of life. A dance to life. With his long neck wagging from side to side, he raises opposing legs high—one pair after the other—as he crisscrosses the little space that has become his own little playground. Above broken pots and old wooden stakes. Over the cistern cover. Through the rags and mops left behind. He continues his dance as the rain continues to wash over him.<o:p></o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">The Magic of Rain<br /><br /></span>The last time I did this was around a month and a half ago. I think August was about to end then. As the clouds overhead started to rumble, I walked out into the garden anticipating the heavy rains that were about to come. Almost immediately, Gil and I struck on the idea of biking in the rain through the campus. It was so spontaneous for me. Gil was the veteran in these things. It was going to be fun. <o:p></o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">As the first drops hit the roof, we rushed to get our bikes and rallied to get to the ramp quickly. We didn’t want to miss the part when the rain suddenly gets really heavy. Just in time, as we biked up Paseo de Reilly, all of it came down heavily on us. We continued our biking spree. Through Masterson. Around the Jesuit Residence. Down to the High School. Even around the grass oval several times. Back to Masterson. Right alongside the ISO Complex. Through the SS Parking Lot. Parallel to Katipunan. Up to the Grade School. Down Masterson again. We went around in circles through the campus, again and again, drenched wet in the rain and utterly enjoying this little escapade. Somewhere through this, someone shouted, “Hoy! Nakakainggit naman niyan!” He looked liked he really wanted to join us. I could only reply, “Ang sarap!” And indeed it was.<o:p></o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">The rain fizzled out into a drizzle. We ended up in the middle of the flooded football field near Gate Two. There, we could see the tiny figures of students taking exams and listening to lectures in CTC as Gil tried to catch dragonflies as he did when he was a child.<o:p></o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">The rain poured just as hard today. And as the first heavy drops hit the earth, a rush came from inside of me to go, go, go! Gil was nowhere to be found this time. But I went on ahead anyway. Down the ramp. Up Paseo de Reilly. Through Masterson. Down to the High School. As I went round and round the campus, a kind of peace settled in me. It made me feel good to be alive. I could only utter thanks. Thank you for this life. Thank you for allowing me to enjoy this. Nothing spectacular, yes. But thank you just the same.<o:p></o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Somewhere near the flooded football field, a little thought came to me. It’s nice to let yourself feel loved, ‘no? I could only smile.<br /></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br />Love Yourself</span><br /><o:p></o:p><br />As I biked back home to get a quick bath and get back to work, a little memory surfaced. Sometimes, I text myself on the cellphone, as a way to express the negative things I’m feeling. For example, I texted myself past midnight towards the end of July how wretched and needy I was feeling. Or even as recent as a week or two ago, I texted myself how frustrated and upset I was over someone. These text messages lay together with the nice text messages from friends and people who care. Scrolling up and down the message menu shows how both positive and negative movements in me simply live side by side with each other. And I’m okay with that. I accept it.<o:p></o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">But I remembered how my birthday came along, and people started texting me nice birthday greetings. Some were poetic. Others were corny. Still others were straightforward and simple. But they were all heartfelt and beautiful. Then came an alert on my phone. No more space for new messages. And so the dilemma was quite simple: Do I hold on to these text messages from myself, proclaiming how upset and bitter I have been? Or do I let little tokens of love and kindness in? There is a price, true. Would I be willing to give up the space?<o:p></o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Sometimes, it’s nice to let yourself feel loved, ‘no? I can only smile.</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Terence Christopher Ang, SJ or "TC" as his friends fondly call him, is currently finishing his MA degree in Philosophy while teaching Philosophy subjects at the Ateneo de Manila University. TC loves to bike around campus, watch birds, explore nature. He is into photography and music. He is a member of the Himig Heswita, Jesuits who sing praises to God. TC calls himself the <a href="http://recusantpilgrim.blogspot.com/">Recusant Pilgrim</a> and the <a href="http://insouciantsojourner.blogspot.com/">Insouciant Sojourner</a>. Why? Visit his blogs and learn more about him. </span><br /></blockquote><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112908923500787146?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TC Honeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03899026947820039366noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1128850441236832982005-10-09T17:26:00.000+08:002005-10-09T17:34:01.246+08:00naaalala mo ba<br />ang nangyari noong una?<br /><br />sabay sa daloy <br />ng mga taong paroo't parito,<br />may kani-kaniyang pakay,<br /><br />sa gitna (o tabi ba?)<br />ng mga nagmamadali<br />at nag-uunahan...<br /><br />nakatayo tayo<br />magkatabi sa mga <br />pinakipot na pasilyo<br />na tila tayo lamang ang laman,<br />tayo lamang ang nag-uusap<br />at nagkakarinigan,<br /><br />naroroon tayo pero<br />ang roon ay tila hindi<br />roon, nakatapak ang paa<br />sa naiiba ngunit<br />iyong iyon din.<br /><br />at kahit bago pa man<br />parang kay tagal na,<br />hindi miminsan ang<br />mga ngiti at sulyap <br />na hindi para sa atin,<br />subalit sa mga tunay <br />na magkakilala.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112885044123683298?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>three stars and a sunnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1128783855273835172005-10-08T22:58:00.000+08:002005-10-09T15:30:40.176+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Xavier L Olin,S.J.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pipikit-pikit pa ang langit</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">himbing pa ang hangin</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sa hamugang himlayan</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tambuling tilaok</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sumiklab sa kalawakan!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bang-gad ang mga pastol</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">gayak-bas sa kubol-kubol</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hawak-tungkod, lakad-lipad</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">buntot-takbo tupang askal</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tungo sa Dakilang Hanap</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">akyat-baba bato-damo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tiyad-talon burak-lusak</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">gapang-hawak paltok-puno</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tawid-daan ingat-kanal</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">luksumbakod hawingsanga</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">aali-aligid na ang singaw</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">kakanta-kanta Bahong Tagaakay:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Luwalhati sa Sangkalupaan</em>!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sa wakas sumilang na</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tambakang Kaligtasan!<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Xavier Olin, SJ or "Xave" is a second year Theologian from Naga City. Xave has an<br />AB degree in English Literature. Aside from poems, he writes short-stories and reflections. Xave's reflections are available via text messages. Xave is also the head of the Scholastic Vocation Promotions Team of the Philippine Province of the Society of Jesus. </span><br /></blockquote><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112878385527383517?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kurabsilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15234289698356662590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1128761000689274212005-10-08T16:43:00.000+08:002005-10-08T16:43:20.696+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >ni Weng Bava, SJ</span><br /><br />May kakaibang pakiramdam<br />Ang magsuot ng damit na hinubad ng mga patay<br />Nakahihindik isipin na ang mga may-ari niyon<br />Ay di mapakali sa kanilang libingan - Nagmamaktol sa paborito nilang kamiseta o pantalon o sa sapatos na pansimba<br /><br />Minsan - nakadarama ako ng mga matang<br /> Tumitingi't nanghihinayang sa polong aking suot<br />O kaya nama'y nakadarama na ayaw pang pawalan ng mga multo ang pantalong gustong-gusto ko<br />Na naglulupasay sa katanghaliang hangin<br />Siguro, ulyanin na ang mga matatanda o kaya nama'y ayaw nilang talagang lisanin ang dati nilang gawi<br /><br />Maligamgam na kamiseta sa maalinsangang gabi’y nakikipagkapwa sa kaluluwang malamig<br />Pajamang mababakas pa ang marka ng ngalan ng kanilang amo,<br />O mga kumot na butas-butas dahil sa malaon nang paggamit,<br />Mga unan na bumubulong ng kanilang natiktikan mula sa ulo ng isang taong banal<br />O mga panyong pumahid ng isang laksang patak ng luha – Lahat ay saksi sa piping kaugalian<br />Na ang mga Patay ay nagpapaubaya sa mga Buhay<br /><br />Subalit ang higit na nakababalisa sa lahat<br />Ay ang paniwala na ang sutanang walang habas ko kung isuot ay maaaring hinubad ng anim na beato <br /><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">English version</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ON CLOTHES WORN BY DEAD JESUITS</span><br /><br />There's a creepy feel to it<br />On wearing clothes that had been<br />Worn by the dead<br />A disquieting thought envelops you<br />That the owners are turning in their graves - Muttering<br />About their favorite shirts or jeans or the shoes they only wore on Sunday afternoons<br /><br />Sometimes - I sense a pair of eyes<br />Looking grudgingly at the shirt I'm wearing<br />Or have that eerie feel that ghosts still wear<br />The pants I love as they flap wildly<br />Drying in the midday wind<br />Probably, the old are forgetful or they simply never want to leave their old ways<br /><br />Warm shirts, on warm nights coagulate with cold spirits<br />Pajamas that still bear the faded initials of their former masters,<br />Or blankets that years of use have pecked holes on them,<br />Pillows that whisper what they spied from a pious man's head,<br />Or handkerchiefs that wiped a thousand drop<br />Of tears - All bear witness to the silent tradition that the Dead provides for the Living<br /><br />But the most disturbing of all<br />Is the belief that the soutane I mindlessly wear was probably worn by at least half a dozen holy men<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112876100068927421?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127807477743737212005-09-27T15:48:00.000+08:002005-10-08T16:22:42.436+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><em>ni jason k. dy, sj</em></span><br /><br />nalanghap ko<br />sa bawat paghigop<br />ng mainit na sabaw<br />ng tinolang manok<br /><br />ang amoy-bulok na paang<br />namimilipit sa paglalakad<br />para maibahagi’t maihatid<br />ang magandang balita.<br /><br />ninamnam ko<br />sa bawat tutong<br />ng pritong isda’t<br />ng kaning sinangag<br /><br />ang kilay-na-walang-pagitan<br />sa paghahanda’t pag-iisip<br />ng mahahain bawat kainan<br /><br />na may kalakip<br />na di-mapigilang panginginig<br />ng kamay mai-alay<br />lamang ang pagkain<br />na nagbibigay lusog<br />at buhay.<br /><br />napawi ang pait<br />ng ampalayang nabara<br />sa aking lalamunan<br />sa pag-inom ng tubig<br />na malamig<br /><br />kasabay ang di-napapagod<br />na ngiti na bumabati,<br />kumikiliti sa pagitan<br />ng bawat kuwento,<br />sa bawat homilya.<br /><br />nahati sa pira-pirasong<br />kuwadrado ang tsokolateng<br />bukol-bukol ng mani’t pasas<br /><br />sa bawat pagputol<br />ng kukong nakalimutang gupitin<br />o sinadyang pinapahaba—<br /> para banal na dugo’t laman<br /> ay mabusising maihati’t maisubo<br /> sa kaluluwang gutom—<br />para mabigyan lahat<br />ang mga dilang naglalaway.<br /><br />nakinig ako<br />sa kabila ng pamaskong tugtugin<br />sa lumang radyo<br /><br />ang ulat ng malabong mata<br />ukol sa mga plano<br />ng salu-salo<br />sa pamantasan<br />ngayong pasko<br />na iniulat sa pagitan<br />ng pagkalmot ng kanyang ulo’t leeg.<br /><br />nakaupo kaming lahat<br />sa apat na parihabang hapag-kainan<br />na ang dulo’y pinagdikit<br />para makabuo ng malaking kuwadro<br />na pinapaikutan ng mga luntiang dahong plastik<br />na may mumunting, nagkakapit-bisig<br />na mga makulay na ilaw—<br /> umaandap-andap,<br /> kumukurap-kurap,<br /> kumikuti-kutitap,<br /> umaaligid-aligid<br /> sa sabsaban gawa<br /> ng dahong tuyo’t bulak<br />na sinusulyapan ng kanilang mga mata<br />sa bawat higop, subo’t nguya<br />sa biyaya ng kanilang pagtanda.<br /><br />nakatabi ko<br />ang mabigat na beywang<br />na magaang naka-upo<br />pagkatapos magkuwentong<br />nakatayo sa koleheyong mag-aaral<br />ukol sa pagdating<br /> ng tatlong mago,<br /> di-mabilang na pastol at anghel,<br /> isang birhen at kanyang asawa,<br /> isang bituin,<br /> nag-iisang sanggol<br /> sa sabsaban<br />habang masayang nilalasap nito<br />ang bawat kutsarita<br />ng hiniwang hinog na mangga<br />na nalulunod sa gatas<br />at tamis.<br /><br />at nabusog<br />ako.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ilang araw bago dumating ang pasko 2004</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">sa pamantasan ng ateneo de zamboanga</span></span><br /><br /><blockquote>Jason Dy, SJ is a first year Theology student. Jason is into graphic design, painting and collage. He is a poet and a fiction writer for children. You may want to look at some of Jason's works featured in his own blog <a href="http://batikbatiknakariktan.blogspot.com/">batikbatiknakariktan.blogspot.com</a>. This poem won second place at the Jesuit Christmas Literary Contest last year.</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112780747774373721?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jason k. dy, sjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993599118806939631noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127805983106378892005-09-27T15:24:00.000+08:002005-10-08T16:28:09.740+08:00This is how it’s going to be.<br />Come closer then, and listen very well,<br />if you say you want to follow Me.<br /><br />Conquest of the whole world and all my enemies<br />shall come, let the hours tell.<br />This is how it’s going to be.<br /><br />Every land, every king will be on their knees<br />before me. In your soul, faith in my words must swell<br />if you say you want to follow Me.<br /><br />You will be on my right hand as we feast on my glory<br />amidst crying trumpets and triumphant yells.<br />Surely, this is how it’s going to be.<br /><br />But before it all happens, you must be ready<br />to stay with me and guard the place where I dwell<br />if you say you want to follow Me.<br /><br />Until you perish, for believe me<br />Everyone who went before you died and fell<br />For this is how it shall always be.<br />Will you still want to follow Me?<br /><br />(an attempt at making a villanelle. done in 2003)<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Ryan Echevarria, SJ aka "Popoy" is an active advocate of peace and justice in the country. He is a full time member of the Simbahang Lingkod ng Bayan, an organization of priests, religious and seminarians advocating the same cause. Ryan gives talks and facilitates seminar on Combatting Corruption, Good Governance, Voters' Education and the National Situationer. He maintains a blog, <a href="http://tatlongtala.blogspot.com">tatlongtala.blogspot.com</a> discussing issues on politics and the Philippine society. Ryan is finishing his Philosophical studies. </span><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112780598310637889?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>three stars and a sunnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127797318317048812005-09-27T12:35:00.000+08:002005-09-28T20:57:59.323+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">ni Sch. Weng Bava, SJ</span><br /><br />Napag-uusapan na rin lang naman<br />ang pagpatay, eh bakit titigil tayo sa mga butiki?<br />At bakit di natin idawit ang sistematikong<br />pamumuksa ng iba pang may buhay?<br /><br />Nariyan ang mga askal<br />na sinisilo ng mga sunog-baga<br />tuwing manunuyo ang kanilang lalamunan<br />sa kwatro-kantos o bilog<br /><br />O ang mga pusa kayang naghahalinhingan<br />sa gabi at katanghalian?<br />na pinagdedeskitahan kung naiiri na<br />ang lahat ng kaanak ni Bantay at walang<br />natitira kahit manok na bisaya sa koral<br /><br />Pati ang mga bayawak at daga<br />ang umang at ulang<br />'wag nating tigilan kung nakakaumay<br />na ang mga palaka<br /><br />At kung hindi pa makuntento<br />isunod ang mga paslit,<br />mga pesteng batang kinukumutan<br />ng galis at uhugin<br />Makakabawas 'to sa pang araw-araw gastos<br /><br />At kung hindi pa rin, isalang naman<br />ang mga kabataang walang pag-asang<br />makapag-abroad o di kaya'y makapasok<br />sa pabrika, pasasaan ba't daramputin<br />lang naman ang mga iyan<br />sa kung saang kangkungan<br /><br />Bitin pa ba?<br />Ba't di kaya ihanay isa-isa ang mga<br />matatandang namumulag sa katandaan,<br />ang mga ulyanin din<br />mga lumpopingkawbingiatpipi<br />at may rayuma<br />Ang mga walang pakinabang at sa halip<br />ay pabigat sa mga nagbabanat ng buto<br />at naglalako ng laman at nagsisikap<br />Kahimanawari'y mabuhay ng marangal<br /><br />At kung talagang<br />hayok na hayok ka na<br />Kung nanginginig na ang iyong kalamnan<br />at bihasa na ang iyong mga daliri sa<br />pagpitas ng kaluluwa sa simpleng<br />pagkanti ng iyong daliri sa gatilyo,<br />ng iyong palad sa pagbayubay ng palakol<br />at ng kamaong kinakalyo<br />sa pagbasag ng bungo at pangarap<br />at naglalaway ka sa sangsang ng dugo--<br /><br />Kamuka't-mukat niyan<br />baka bukas makalawa<br />Kaya mo nang katayin<br />pati ang<br />Diyos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112779731831704881?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127782931408258522005-09-27T08:49:00.000+08:002005-09-27T09:06:07.956+08:00(Para sa sektor nating pumapatay ng tao)<br /><br />ni Paring Bert Alejo, SJ<br /> <br /> Pagpatay ng tao? Sanayan lang 'yan pare.<br /> Parang sa butiki. Sa una siyempre<br /> Ikaw'y nangingimi. Hindi mo masikmurang<br /> Tiradurin o hampasing tulad ng ipis o lamok<br /> Pagkat para bang lagi 'yang nakadapo<br /> Sa noo ng santo sa altar<br /> At tila may tinig na nagsasabing<br /> Bawal bawal bawal 'yang pumatay.<br /> Subalit tulad lang ng maraming bagay<br /> Ang pagpatay ay natututuhan din kung magtitiyaga<br /> Kang makinig sa may higit na karanasan.<br /> Nakuha ko sa tiyuhin ko kung paanong balibagin ng tsinelas<br /> O pilantikin ng lampin ang nakatitig na butiki sa aming kisame<br /> At kapag nalaglag na't nagkikikisay sa sahig<br /> Ay agad ipitin nang hindi makapuslit<br /> Habang dahan-dahang tinitipon ang buong bigat<br /> Sa isang paang nakatingkayad: sabay bagsak.<br /><br />Magandang pagsasanay ito sapagkat<br /> Hindi mo nakikita, naririnig lamang na lumalangutngot<br /> Ang buo't bungo ng lintik na butiking hindi na makahalutiktik.<br /> (kung sa bagay, kilabot din 'yan sa mga gamu-gamo.)<br /> Nang magtagal-tagal ay naging malikhain na rin<br /> Ang aking mga kamay sa pagdukit ng mata,<br /> Pagbleyd ng paa, pagpisa ng itlog sa loob ng tiyan<br /> Hanggang mamilipit 'yang parang nasa ibabaw ng baga.<br /> O kung panahon ng Pasko't maraming paputok<br /> Maingat kong sinusubuan 'yan ng rebentador<br /> Upang sa pagsabog ay magpaalaman ang nguso at buntot.<br /> (Ang hindi ko lamang maintindihan ay kung bakit<br /> Patuloy pa rin 'yang nadaragdagan.)<br /><br />Kaya't ang pagpatay ay nakasasawa rin kung minsan.<br /> Mabuti na lamang at nakaluluwag ng loob<br /> Ang pinto at bintanang kahit hindi mo sinasadya<br /> At may paraan ng pagpuksa ng buhay.<br /> Ganyang lang talaga ang pagpatay:<br /> Kung hindi ako ay iba naman ang babanat;<br /> Kung hindi ngayon ay sa iba namang oras.<br /> Subalit ang higit na nagbibigay sa akin ng lakas ng loob<br /> Ay ang malalim nating pagsasamahan:<br /> Habang ako'y pumapatay, kayo nama'y nanonood.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Fr. Albert Alejo, SJ or Paring Bert as he would like himself to be called, started writing poems when he was a novice. His experiences with the urban poor, factory workers, prisoners and the lumads and Muslims are his inspiration for writing poems. He is also an acclaimed author of books on Mindanao, Filipino philosophy and of various articles on the environment and culture. Presently, he is the National Director of Ehem, an anti-corruption advocacy and Director of Mindanawon, a Mindanao-focused NGO and research group. This poem was taken from an anthology of his poems collected and published into a book of the same title. <br /></span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112778293140825852?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127749765502143172005-09-26T23:44:00.000+08:002005-09-26T23:51:34.146+08:00ni Sch. Weng Bava, SJ<br /><br />Hindi tayo bagay, Leslie<br />Maganda ka, maputi, balingkinitan<br />‘Di magkamayaw ang mga<br />Nahuhumaling sa ‘yo<br />Sa kanila mo na lang ibaling<br />Ang pinipintuho mo para sa akin<br /><br />Kung noong una sana<br />Nung bata pa ko’t libre<br />Baka maaari...<br />Baka ako pa ang naunang<br />Pumanhik ng ligaw sa inyo<br />At ‘di ka na mananabik<br /><br />Sa lalakeng tulad ko<br />Na hindi naman bawal ang umibig<br />Pero depende sa iibigin at sa tindi<br />Hindi ka nababagay<br />Tatanda ka lamang ng kahihintay<br />Gaya ni Aling Lupe, kay Mang Use<br /><br />Mabuti ngang habang maaga<br />Ang malaman mo na, na anumang<br />Dalisay ng iniluluhog mo ay<br />‘Di pupuwede, hindi pupuwede<br />‘Di ngayon, ‘di bukas, ‘di sa makalawa<br />Dahil sa inyong dalawa, mas nauna Siya.<br /><br /><blockquote> <span style="font-size:85%;">Weng is on his second year of Philosophy. He is finishing an MA in Comparative Literature at the University of the Philippines, Diliman. He is a frustrated movie actor. He loves reading books and watching movies. He maintains blogs too. </span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112774976550214317?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127739091248402982005-09-26T20:43:00.000+08:002005-09-26T20:51:31.253+08:00ni Sch. Ogie S. Cabayao, SJ<br /><br />isang hipo mo lang<br />tumatayo na<br />ang mga balahibo ko<br /><br />paano na kaya kung<br />hawakan mo na ako<br />sa mga parteng<br />madaling manginig,<br /><br />at yapusin<br />ng iyong mga brasong<br />kay hirap kalasin<br />kahit magwala pa ako ,<br /><br />o pupugin<br />ng mga halik mong<br />padampi-dampi<br />sa mga lugar na nakakikiliti?<br /><br />tigilan mo na muna;<br />hayaan mo muna<br />akong makapagbihis,<br />hindi ko kaya<br />ang init ng iyong lamig.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Ogie is now a Regent at Ateneo de Zamboanga University where he teaches Philosophy. He is an avid mountain climber and nature lover. He regularly plays badminton with mission partner Sch. Richard Ella, SJ. This poem was written four years ago when Ogie was still a Junior. </span><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112773909124840298?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sonoftheprodigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18004383073778007563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127656208967855612005-09-25T21:35:00.000+08:002005-09-25T21:58:59.103+08:00by Fr. Gabriel L. Lamug-Nanawa<br /><br />I.<br /><br />Metal rusts, hard rocks crumble.<br />And innocent water droplets<br />Carve a painful intrusion.<br />Even tall Acacia trees die,<br />They dry up and crash down.<br /><br />This world is full of holes,<br />Full of hurt and unbearable woes.<br />Sin feeds on every man, woman, and child.<br />Gnawing, munching, trying<br />Persistently till they end up dying.<br /><br />The salesman Satan succeeds<br />In vending possessions, power, and pride.<br />He lures us slowly, yet constantly<br />Then grabs us by the throat<br />And lodges his filthy fingers firmly around our<br />hearts.<br /><br />II.<br /><br />Yet every year we are invited<br />During this season that we be reminded<br />That in the midst of all sin and suffering<br />There is a God who will not cease loving<br />Every man, woman, and child.<br /><br />Within our pitiful lot love lives.<br />And neither the strongest pain,<br />Nor the darkest evil<br />Can smother the burning flame<br />Of God's irrepressible love.<br /><br />For God's love is steadfast,<br />Steadfast unto death.<br />But not like a formidable wall,<br />Tall, thick, old, rough, moss-laden,<br />Stale, lifeless, and cobweb-covered.<br /><br />III.<br /><br />His is love which<br />Has every reason to stop but doesn't.<br />His is the love which makes<br />The falcon fly fearlessly<br />Against the strong surging wind.<br /><br />It is the candle's flicker<br />Which pushes against the darkness<br />Which continually seeks to envelope it.<br />It is the God who chose to be<br />Born of a Virgin from Galilee.<br /><br />You freely chose to come<br />Into our frail and fragile world;<br />In a cold, damp manger.<br />You embraced our hurting humanity,<br />And let us gaze at your Divinity.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>This poem was written in 1996 by Fr. Gabby when he was still a Junior Scholastic. It won for him Second Prize at the Jesuit Christmas Literary Contest. Fr. Gabby is now missioned to Banteay Prieb in Cambodia together with Scholastic Regent, Nono Ordonez. <br /> </blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112765620896785561?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hopkinsbroodnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127488063796286532005-09-23T23:06:00.000+08:002005-09-23T23:07:43.800+08:00ang sabi nila<br />libingan daw ito ng<br />mga pagnanasang banal<br />ang huling hantungan<br />ng mga sagradong<br />paghahangad<br />kung saan humihinto<br />sa pagtibok ang dating<br />maaalab na puso<br />at humuhupa ang bugso<br />ng damdaming noong una’y<br />parang sigwang<br />nagmamayabang<br /> (para bang kayang sumagupa<br /> sa anumang bundukin<br /> hahara-hara sa daraanan)<br />nagiging sinlamig ng<br />kapeng hindi na nagawang<br />ubusin man lamang<br /><br />kaya pala<br />maraming multong<br />walang habas ang<br />pagpaparamdam –<br />umuusal ng mga piping<br />dasal at yumuyukod<br />sa taginting ng batingaw<br />sa pag-oorasyon<br />naglalakad ang ilan<br />na sukbit ang rosaryo<br />sa kamay<br />at sa hapag nama’y<br />ang ila’y ngingisi-ngisi<br />o biglang hahagalpak<br />ng halakhak<br />sabay tulo ng laway<br />at luhang bunga ng galak<br /><br />ito nga’y libingan<br />ng mga pagnanasa ng banal<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112748806379628653?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hopkinsbroodnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127435976217565052005-09-23T08:36:00.000+08:002005-09-23T08:39:36.216+08:00Obsession conquers<br />Obsession subsides<br />Obsession bursts<br /><br />Passion energizes<br />Passion restricts<br />Passion contains<br /><br />Love nurtures<br />Love bequeaths<br />Love integrates<br /><br />by <a href="http://discretas-caritas.blogspot.com">Jeffrey U. Pioquinto, SJ</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeff is a Brother in the Society of Jesus<br />For more information on the Brotherhood please visit his blog site<br />by clicking his name</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112743597621756505?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hopkinsbroodnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127435560463872982005-09-23T08:30:00.000+08:002005-09-23T08:32:40.470+08:00If by chance you'll capture my sight<br />My eyes would remain focused<br />In the magic of your smile.<br /><br />If by chance you'll read my thoughts,<br />My mind would think of no one<br />Except you and our happy<br />Moments together.<br /><br />If by chance you'll yearn for my touch,<br />The warmness and gentleness of it<br />Would be felt all day and night.<br /><br />If by chance your lip touches mine,<br />It would only whisper the<br />Softness of your name.<br /><br />If by chance you get hold of my heart,<br />It would love no one except<br />You until the end.<br /><br />…if by chance…<br /><br />by Sch. Neupito Saicon Jr., S.J.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112743556046387298?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hopkinsbroodnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127396445099477072005-09-22T21:12:00.000+08:002005-09-23T22:43:25.540+08:00Makita ko lamang ang kapirasong<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; tinapay<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; na sadyang hindi kinain, tiyak akong<br />inipit<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; mo na ang sinulid sa iyong pintuan.<br /><br />Saan ka ba tutungo, padre?<br /><br />Marahil kasalukuyan kang naglalakbay sa mga<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; kaharian ng limampung prinsesa, o kaya naman<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; sa isang luntiang kagubatan ng mga engkato.<br />May nakapagkwento na kasama mo daw si Elvis<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; na nagkakaraoke sa isang townhouse sa probinsya,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; at minsang daw nakasayaw mo si Maria Makiling sa cha-cha.<br /><br />Ang alam ko lang, pagsapit ng alas-otso<br />yumayao ka at nawawala.<br />At kung narooon muli<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ang kapirasong tinapay<br />at nakaipit muli <br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ang hibla sa iyong pintuan<br />batid kong babalik ka<br />at maglalakbay sa isang panibagong umaga.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112739644509947707?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katimugambalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04154351752362594135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127365631940809592005-09-22T13:04:00.000+08:002005-09-22T13:13:58.963+08:00<p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">huhulihin ko sa aking kamera<br />ang kariktan ng papanaw na araw,<br />o ang hamog sa mga dahong<br />nanginginig sa halumigmig ng umaga<br /><br />o ng mga sanga ng punong balete<br />at ng mga pabong naglilimayon<br />sa katanghaliang tapat<br /><br />sa isang kuwadrong larawan<br />ay ikukulong ko ang iyong masasaya’t<br />magagandang ala-ala<br />tulad ng mga alon sa luntiang parang<br />o ng mga tuktok ng matatayog na bundok<br /><br />pilit kong isisiksik pati ang halakhak<br />ng mga batang lansangan<br />o ang palahaw ng isang inang<br />nalunuran ng tatlong anak<br /><br />sa isang ritratong parisukat<br />ay pagkakasyahin<br />pati ang mga bituing walang humpay<br />sa paghagikgik<br />at ng ulang madalang pa ang pagdating<br />sa matuling pag-alis<br /><br />sisikapin kong masulyapan<br />ang nakahihindik mong kagandahan<br />kahit na itong aking kamera<br />ay isang hiram lamang<br /><br />ni Sch. Weng Bava, SJ<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112736563194080959?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hopkinsbroodnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127277271134757962005-09-21T12:33:00.000+08:002005-09-22T13:00:40.600+08:00(Para sa isang tamad)<br /><br />Tumatalas ang<br />Pagkaaninag ko sa kaniya<br />Habang ako'y<br />Nakahiga<br />Naghihintay sa kanyang paglapit.<br />Pananatili<br />Pinaliligaya ako habang<br />Dahan-dahan niyang inilalantad ang<br />Kanyang sarili. Naghuhubad, nagiging madali.<br /><br />Hinihintay lumapit, magkalapat ang<br />Aming mga katawan, maramdaman<br />Siya.<br /><br />"Halika, dalian mo…"<br /><br />"Halika na.."<br /><br />"Pssst!"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ayaw lumapit</span>.<br /><br />Lalapitan ko.<br />Pipigilan ko, baka magbihis ulit.<br />Babangon ba ako?<br />Nakakatamad.<br />Hahayaan na lang.<br /><br />Maghihintay<br />Na lamang ako...<br /><br />Umalis kung aalis.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">by</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a href="http://tatlongtala.blogspot.com/">Sch. Ryan Christian Echevarria</a>, Philo 2 </span><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://tatlongtala.blogspot.com/"><br /></a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112727727113475796?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hopkinsbroodnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127176620856521982005-09-20T08:26:00.000+08:002005-09-21T14:08:17.046+08:00we were all naked<br /> before Love came around<br />and made us aware<br /> that we had nothing<br />on our bodies except our<br /> sweat and shame<br /><br />she came parading herself<br /> in all resplendent glory<br />while we stood in a corner<br /> agaped, mesmerized<br />by how she lifted her finger<br /> pointing to one, and he<br />was completely beside himself<br /> like a ravenous wolf looking<br />for mate and meat<br /><br />and then to a girl, meek and coy, she<br /> beckoned, at once the meekness<br />was shed and she turned into<br /> a marble Greek goddess with no<br />arms of her own, waiting to be<br /> chiseled by an able hand<br /><br />one by one she pointed<br /> and each time, one fell<br />succumbing to her charm,<br /> clutching our breasts, as if<br />some beastly creature sprung<br /> there to life, gasping for breath<br />pounding the cavity of our chest<br /><br />and we began to look at each<br /> other, our eyes misty,<br />with Lust, and for the first time<br /> realized, that we were <span style="font-style: italic;">indeed</span><br />all naked<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">by</span> </span><a href="http://themoviefanatic.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" >Sch. Noel Y. Bava,</span></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" > <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Philo 2</span></span><a href="http://themoviefanatic.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112717662085652198?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hopkinsbroodnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127106387063602062005-09-19T13:04:00.000+08:002005-09-19T13:06:27.070+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">(For those who have been broken by love and vowed not to love again)</span><br /><br />Do not be afraid to draw water from the wellspring of your pain<br />For you may find it bitter but its bitterness does not kill<br />Gulp it like a deer to quench the parched landscape of your soul<br />And to gladden your heart so toughened by indifference<br /><br />For you have been used to drinking what is sweet<br />That you have forgotten that it is a delusion to believe<br />That life and the world is nothing but a garden of roses<br />Where thorn and mournful experiences never exist<br /><br />Do not hesitate to veer away from the trodden path<br />If getting where you want to be and not someone else's<br />Is the price of getting lost in a dark and prickly wood<br />To emerge not unscathed but wounded by Wisdom<br /><br />For you have seen so many people led astray by following<br />What they thought was the right and only way<br />Until they found out much to their woeful regret<br />That they let themselves be and have been deceived<br /><br />Do not be afraid of splattering mud on your lofty ideas<br />For it is in walking through the muck that we discover<br />How much more filthy it is to have pure thoughts<br />That have never been pitted against the vagaries of time<br /><br />For you yourself have been witness to many a man's genuis<br />That led to the betterment of not one single soul or creature<br />But framed like a portrait for all people to see and admire<br />Which they can never take home nor show to their children<br /><br />Do not give up on Love even if you're hurting like hell inside<br />Because you'll find Heaven an unbearable place to live<br />If you've thrown your heart away like a losing deck of cards<br />When you have bet and lost against what you called love<br /><br />For many a man like you have made their wager and lost<br />And thought it was the end of the cruel and taunting world<br />When all along they've yet to realize, that he who loves and loves<br />Despite the pain is the one who has truly gained--Everything.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Thanks to Paring Bert for the two lines here that served as my inspiration.<br /><br /><a href="http://sonoftheprodigal.blogspot.com">sonoftheprodigal</a><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112710638706360206?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hopkinsbroodnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1127106545340949202005-09-19T13:02:00.000+08:002005-09-21T14:11:30.726+08:00Paano ba magsulat?<br />Nagsisimula ba sa isang kaisipan?<br />O baka naman mula sa panaginip na hindi malimutan?<br />Baka kaya sa mga damdaming nangangating magparinig<br /> unti-unting ipinalalantad ng lapis kong Mongol?<br />O kaya hinuhugot mula sa kailaliman ng puso, mga pagkalugmok, pagkamuhi,<br /> kaaliwan, galak ng buhay, na sabay-sabay na sumisigaw, "Isulat mo ako!"<br />Baka sa mga ganito. Baka sa mga ganyan.<br />Magugulat ka na lamang. nakapagsulat ka na.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ni <a href="http://katimugambalon.blogspot.com">Sch. Edward Joseph Magtoto</a>, Philo 2</span><br /><br /><a href="http://katimugambalon.blogspot.com/"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112710654534094920?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katimugambalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04154351752362594135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414814.post-1124022606396508282005-08-14T20:29:00.000+08:002005-08-14T20:53:52.566+08:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">There are two ways to die in Darfur</span><br />The first is slow, meticulous and agonizing<br />It starts with a quiet gnawing at the stomach<br />And then an intermittent palpitation of<br />The wrist and the temple ensues, coupled with<br />Throbbing pain and dizziness and nausea<br />You’re marked for one when you begin to see<br />Your bones protrude from your flimsy skin<br />Or when your eyes seem like hollowed sockets<br />And flies and maggots fester at your gangrenous<br />Wounds that no longer bleed nor will ever heal<br />While vultures patiently wait for God to release<br />Your soul so they may feast on your liver and innards<br /><br />The second death is sharp and painless<br />Or almost without pain because you are either<br />Too numb to feel it or you’ve quite forgotten<br />What pain is because all your life you’ve been<br />In one (like fish unmindful of the ocean)<br />This death is loud, violent and merciful<br />If by mercy you mean swift and certain<br />Like bullets through your brain or bombs that<br />Maim and instantly kill<br />You would prefer this for sure, rather than<br />The slow, meticulous and agonizing one<br />But even if you wished hard for this because<br />The first one is already in the process<br />Vultures still lay waiting to peck at what remains<br />Of your mangled and dishonored corpse<br /><br />by <a href="http://sonoftheprodigal.blogspot.com">sonoftheprodigal</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414814-112402260639650828?l=hopkinsbrood.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hopkinsbroodnoreply@blogger.com0