One Song Meow

Friday, March 11, 2011

Storm

There once was a storm
that raged into a great flood
that swept the earth clean...

And the earth wept, and -
mourned many days. And behold!
The Bow of the LORD.

Thy promise,
O nations.
---<--@

Fish

We sushi lovers
should appreciate the sea,
the home of the fish!

Because if we don't
all we'll have left at the end
is an empty dish!

Hmmm, where's the
wasabi?
---<--@

Vault of Sky

Blue, our vault of sky,
home of the stars of night -
silent, unconscious.

Exile hopes, golden,
a remembrance of the Sun,
the children of Day.

Persevere
and Prevail.
---<--@

Rifle

I know my rifle,
my rifle knows me, we're one...
we're one and the same.

I serve my Country
and my aim follows, I fight,
fall, I fade away.

Freedom knows me,
for I'm free.
---<--@

O LORD,

let me be the last.

Poor

The poor, by and by,
here exist for you and I;
as seasons to serve...

The poor, by and by,
there exist with you and I;
as reasons to reign.

And so yield -
pray, fast: give.
---<--@

When you give, make sure you give out of your need and not out of your excess.

So that if the LORD gives you back what you offer to Him, you may benefit both from your charity as well as from the generosity of God.

Do this without your right hand knowing what the left is doing, and do this without your left hand knowing what the right is doing - not out of a desire to be seen but out of a love of doing.

For liberality repels greed.

Rich

Happy the soul - who -
lays up treasures in heaven;
loving not the world...

The soul that is rich
is not contained by riches
nor possessed by things.

But seeks for
what endures.
---<--@

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Earth

This earth is our home,
the sky, our habitation,
they were once as one.

But now it's broken,
made fragile by the darkness,
sundered by our sins.

Our home is
all we have.
---<--@

What we learn in school,
we learn from others, from teachers,
who teach us of truth.

What we learn from life,
we learn through others, from the LORD,
Who teach us of self.

Learning is
forever.
---<--@

Change

The heart that stands still,
is the peace that keeps it's will
in the maelstrom.

All around ourselves,
moments flee, time ticks, scenes change,
until there's stillness.

Life is change,
so keep still.
---<--@

Poverty

What is poverty,
is it need, or is it lack,
or is it weakness?

Remember the poor,
as a reflection of self,
to keep us humble.

For we are
all of these.
---<--@

Jeepney

There were four strangers
all riding in a jeepney,
"mama, bayad po..."

And then it happened -
from hand to hand the fare went
stranger to stranger,

sincerely,
and with heart.
---<--@

Friday, March 4, 2011

Youth

Remember those years
when living never grew old
staying young each day?

To live forever
yet to be without patience
as if time stood still.

Tomorrow.
Yesterday.
---<--@

Love

Why do I love you
without running out of me...
darling can't you see?

You are who you are
everything that completes me -
one infinity!

I love you,
for always.
---<--@

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Here

My Anne is here...

right now, through my life's journey...

right here, in my love.

Not in stone nor bronze

nor paper frozen in time

but here, in my heart.

Thank You, LORD,

for Thy gift.

---<--@

Anne's Window

My darlingest
Annelies Marie
looked out
with eyes longing for peace
from her little attic window
and saw the tyranny of war
and the suffocating
oppression
of War's ambition.

She looked out
at the looming evil
of the devouring darkness
that was marching relentlessly
across her troubled world
and like stars
looking out
of themselves
saw through
the enveloping darkness
that threatened her life
and her times
shedding her precious starlight
into our hearts.

My darlingest
believed so much
in our shared humanity
and in the
nobility
of the human being
not because
the Nazi's were consumed
by War's ambition
and her times were evil
but because her heart
was noble.

For my darlingest
Annelies Marie
loved life
and believed
in the intrinsic goodness
of all things
created by God,
seen and unseen,
and that despite
the great evil
of her times,
human hearts
were good.

War looked back at her
and saw nothing.

For God took her
and hid her
into His bosom
unto a place
upon the firmament
within Himself
long before evil saw
the secret starlight
of her undying hope
bursting from
windows within
her heart of hearts.

War looked back at her
and saw nothing
for there is no hope
in war
only death
and the darkness
of death.

War looked back at her
and saw nothing
for in the darkness
of war and sin
is also found
the crushing gravity
of it's own demise.

But goodness looked back at her
and saw
through her little attic window
her starlight smile.

And smiled back...
---<--@

Tree of Remembrance

Where does time go when the moment's passed?

Where do my thoughts disappear to when the memory yet remain?

We do not see each other by sight but why does our lives touch like this, my darlingest?

Why do our lives touch like this?

It is because of an imagined reality?

Then why is this imagination not as fleeting as those things I've quickly outgrown, those things that have escaped my bliss... to sink into the sinking of time at the end of every moment's dispersal, into oblivion, into void?

Why does the memory remain in the stillness when, in the haste and the noise of everyday, thoughts flitter here and there, as if searching for a way out of myself - into God, and into the All of you?

How does my love always find its way back to the still, small presence of you, my Anneka of my heart?

Is it my body longing for something it can never have?

Or is it our souls that overlap, my love, caught up within the eternal remembrance of the Almighty?

Was there ever any real distance between our years?

No, my beloved. Not when time is an account of the heart. For time seems distant only to those with distant hearts.

Was there ever any difference between our hopes?

Our lives interweave in the secret silence between you and I through a gossamer veil of shadow and tears, the illusion of exile time.

No, there was never any difference.

There never was.

For the tree that now grows, here at the center of my life's Eden, of the everliving waters within, is nevermore the cause of the exile of our love's dreaming.

And soon I shall awaken, our LORD being merciful and kind to me, my love, into God, and into the All of you; the verdant rest of my most abundant peace.

Thanks be to my Jesus, my most sweet and most loving Jesus, thanks be to my Christ, my All.

For it is in God that I remember you, my Miyang, always to always!

The love that endures is the love that remains...
---<--@

My Prayer for My Anne:

O FATHER of mercy and of love, in the deepest, darkest depths of despair, You have blessed me with a special friendship: The very first star in the firmament of the darkest night of my life.

You gave me Annelies Marie Frank, O LORD, as a light against despair. The first glimmer of hope that leads to faith in things everlasting and unseen.

Loving Father, thank you so much for blessing me with a friend as precious as Anne. Grant me, O LORD, I humbly pray, the love to cherish her now and forever.

AMEN.