Though It Is Stormy And Dark

(May Bagyo Ma't May Rilim translation by Bienvenido Lumbera)


Though it is stormy and dark,
I'll strain my tearful plaints
and struggle on--
I'll set out on voyage
and persist in my search
for God our Father.

Though it doesn't sleep a wink,
This temptation bearing down on me,
Still will I dare
To read this book,
And from it, draw
The weapon I'll yield.

Having lost my sight in the past
I'm giving thanks
For this light
Which God let shine
Upon the priest who has made known
This noble book.

Though tossed and dashed
By huge waves,
I'll trash my legs
And renewing strength--

In this (book) I grasp
For the buoy that saves.

Though disabled and limping,
Nothing can hold back my steps,
For this (book) will take me by the hand
And show me the way--
The staff was prepared
To give me strength.

Something I Stumbled Upon Years Ago

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequated.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frighten us.
We ask ourselves, Who am i to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
 
- - Marianne Williamson

a poem but at the same time an open letter

Where’s the good in goodbye?
When it leaves you crying,
broken and so empty inside.

Where’s the good in goodbye?
When all I have are memories of you and me
that are never come back.

Where’s the good in goodbye?
When I know my heart will be lost
without you near me.

Where’s the good in goodbye?
Honey do I have to spell it out?
Goodbye will simply mean the end of my life.

an untitled poem by a rebel kid

If I could paint rainbows in the sky
I’d do for you
Just to see you smile
And say “I do care for you”.

How I wish you’ll see me too
See these dreams I have for two.
But there’s someone else you love
And all I have are dreams thereof.

And if I’d find the perfect rhyme
To let you know these feelings of mine
Will you say I love you too?
Or turn your back and just say adieu?