Dahil makulit si Lord
I came across this poem about three years ago. I suddenly remembered it yesterday and I just felt like posting it. Also, the weekend I spent with my nun-friends gave me a lot to think about. I'm still processing it, so in the meantime, I'll just post the poem to symbolize what's on my mind.Hay...all I can say is makulit si Lord. AS IN!!! Just when I thought I had resolved certain issues that were troubling me over the past couple of months, God challenged me to step out of my security and comfort zones. And just when I thought my vocation flew out the window, God made a way for me to spend time with the nuns this past weekend. I thought I would just spend time catching up with my close nun-friend who is here from Antigua for a brief visit. But in the process, I ended up reconnecting with a part of myself that I had set aside, a part of myself that I thought no longer existed until last Saturday (June 11th).
I'm still scared and uncertain about what the future holds, but somehow I know everything's gonna be all right. And wherever I go, God is walking with me.
Vocation
It is a breath that grows
into a blowing wind
A whisper that increases to
a fascinating melody
A spark that burst into fire.
into a blowing wind
A whisper that increases to
a fascinating melody
A spark that burst into fire.
It is a longing to give,
a longing to love,
A power within that urges
to tread the path unknown
To run a risk you never dare,
To say the words you can't tell
To sing a song you alone know.
a longing to love,
A power within that urges
to tread the path unknown
To run a risk you never dare,
To say the words you can't tell
To sing a song you alone know.
It is a mystery of one's trail
a divine transformer
That turns one into a hero,
A pinch of earthly clay
into a saint
a divine transformer
That turns one into a hero,
A pinch of earthly clay
into a saint
It will enfold you
without your knowledge
Its grip is strong
pressing, pervading
without your knowledge
Its grip is strong
pressing, pervading
It shares the purity of a crystal
The hardness of a diamond
Yet, it is fragile as a rose bud
if not cared for,
it withers and dies
leaving behind
The emptiness of a dream that has gone,
The sadness of a tide
You did not dare to sail.
The hardness of a diamond
Yet, it is fragile as a rose bud
if not cared for,
it withers and dies
leaving behind
The emptiness of a dream that has gone,
The sadness of a tide
You did not dare to sail.
found herself @ 5:40 PM
2 Comments:
Hindi kaya may "calling" ka na maging madre? Just a thought...
Look at the big picture. You pray to have the strength to accept, endure, triumph over the hardships and small daily annoyances that the path to success will present. You celebrate the good that you find in the world.
Soul-seeker (hanggang ngayonb di ko pa alam pangalan mo eh :D), your selfless good works in helping others are your prayers put into action.
Follow what our heart whispers...
hey teacher sol! my name is diane.
salamat sa comment mo. i'm not gonna lie, i've thought of it--actually i've been thinking about it for the past couple of years. then again, the religious life has been demystified for me over the past couple of years rin. right now i'm having mixed feelings because i'm aware of the quirks of people in that kind of life.
siguro takot rin ako.
thanks for your advice
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