A Promise Of Love – Forever by Slidely Slideshow
Then it promptly hit technically 1200 GMT+8 where I was at. There was that ritually familiar rustling sound outside. Then came following the deafening explosions of lit firecrackers – in any form. A sense of déjà vu washed over me. Everything was just all-too familiar. Just a customary start of another year…
With all that I was going through, there is but a thin line between ‘hopefulness’ and ‘hopelessness’. If you are in a country like mine, you will find yourself bleakly caught in the middle. Tragedy here and there, corruption everywhere, more tragedies and did I mention tragedy?
It is just another bounty year for us to toil and continue to do our best to endure these difficulties for there is no better choice than to be hopeful.
But to HOPE is to PRAY and ACT.
What is your choice?
May we be one in prayer in the hope of alleviating our nation starting from ourselves. May we do our share as responsible citizens of this republic and in turn, benefit from our endeavor. And may we all have a generous and joyous year ahead of us!
Yes, I do. In school, as far as I can remember, there were two breaks that I got to enjoy every year; one that of summer and one of Christmas. I love the nostalgic pungent smell of hay in summer, the flowers in full bloom, the invitingly sparkling beaches and the fun in playing with the kids under the sun. Christmas is a dear season celebrated by Christians. How I love the lantern-making and the Christmas carol contests in school. All of the holiday excitement and fuss were rewarded by the most-awaited Christmas party when we would exchange gifts, share our food, dance and be merry. The fun would continue until the Christmas break when we would spend the time with our families. At home, we were encouraged to do good and asked to hang our stockings on the wall so Santa Claus can put inside his gifts. And yes, each of us surprisingly got one! The day of Christmas would always be welcomed by receiving the Holy Eucharist in the Holy Mass. Every body was bound to be happy. This went on every year as I was growing up. I guess I can consider it a foundation of my being and perhaps a strong influence on the way I look at life.
But times are changing. I have grown older and have become more aware of the logical aspect of everyday life. For instance, I’ve grown old if not wise enough to realize the truth about the gifts inside the stockings hung on the wall, if you know what I mean. And believe me, I wish I could turn back time. But anyway, now that I am already working as an employee, I only get to enjoy one break each year – Christmas. Yes, I miss the summer sun but we could always make an escape on a nice, delightful weekend to be out there basking ourselves in the heat. For now, I just want to consider myself a little lucky to have celebrated Christmas this year and being able to once again enjoy another Christmas break. 🙂
Once There Was Love
Once there was love
Dwelt for a time in an abyss of solitude
Thorns of the past she long wept for
Endless dark shadows looming as it could.
From each rising sunrise to every glistening sunset
Through the sparkling dusk till the first hint of dawn
Wresting with raw pain, pure anguish and wild fear
For sleep’s only an illusion, pray it come but soon.
Oh, how weary one can ever be?
Doomed in desolation, held captive of time
Yearning for fate to redeem if not undo the past
Forsake its remnants and leave them all behind.
Once there was love
Slowly beckoned by another’s touch
Like a butterfly would to a lonely violet
Among abodes of daffodils that watch.
Should she succumb to such yieldings?
The mockery of feelings he bestowed?
To give in and fall for a moment’s impulse
Might bring in peril she had known so old.
But how could she resist his relentless plea?
Strong as the waves, loud as a lion’s roar
His eyes probing, searching, ever captivating
His mouth speaking the language of her soul.
Can one stop the wind from blowing north?
Or cede the seagull from taking its flight?
So is with love, enduring amid restraints
And so are the feelings that haunt her at night.
Yet like a dandelion that in the summer blooms
Taking safe refuge beneath the glorious shed
With mustered strength, she conquered strife
To faith she surrendered what lies ahead.
Once there was love…