Isang Pagbati

A tribute to our first year aspirants done by the prenovices

Sa inyong pagdating kami'y nayanig,
Pagkat magulo pa saan mang panig ng seminaryo,
Sa paglilinis kami'y lagari,
Walang patid na pag-iimis siyang aming gawi.

Ang inyong pagdating ay siyang aming batid,
Ligaya ay sa amin hatid,
O anong saya na kayo'y aming makita,
Sasalubungin na may ngiti sa mukha.

Sa inyong paglisan sa inyong tahanan,
Wag mangamba; ang luha'y punasan,
Pagkat ang pamilyang iniwan ay mapapalitan
ng mga taong kay Kristo'y may kapatiran.

Aming papawiin ang inyong lumbay,
Pagkat iyon kaibigan ang aming pakay,
Sa Canlubang bukas ang ating buhay,
Sabay-sabay tayong maglalakbay.

Ngayon kayo ay naririto,
Sa punlaang inyong ginusto,
Ang pananahan niyo rito sana ay lubos,
Oras dito ay walang paltos,
Sa mga gawaing makaDiyos.

Sa inyong pagdating ito ang aming pagbati,
Pagkat isang taon na naman ang napawi,
At bagong taon ay ating bubunuin,
Sa buhay na ibig nating tahakin,
Kasama si Maria na ating ina,
At si Don Bosco na ating ama.

The Poet in Me

The sole survivor

Ended up on this deserted place,
got no person and a place to go,
i feel alone,
haunted by misery,
thinking 'would I survive such a place?'
knowing, I'm the only survivor from that ruined race...

It's all our fault

I see how it fall,
But I've seen it on its glory,
I've seen how it was better,
Now, it's on its worst.

We all live there,
We all do,
some would care, some just don't
some would fight for it, but some let it die.

Now it dies, and so are we,
Lost on this vast galaxy,
we end up no place to go,
no to place to live,
now we are challenged to live on this,
how long are we going to take this?

It's all our fault,
our carelessness and less-concern,
on the mother who provided us much.
We became greedy and not-minded her need,
Now she takes revenge as she perish.
It's all our fault.

The step down

The little imp I have in me,
who bothers and lead me to sin,
now, I take the courage to put it down,
giving it a giant step,
to crush such foolishness and fore go the devilish me.

As I give this imp a crushing step,
I promise to crush the evil in me,
and now, I crush it,
to end the evil in me.

Pain

My first entry to the Writer's Block group challenge, Challenge 57:

Pain

a burden for a heart that cries,
a broken love that never dies.
things that shouldn't be recalled,
ends up with miseries on it's toll.

broken heart's heavy package,
thing shouldn't be open for ages,
and be forgotten for ever,
and be left to the old man's chest.

but pain is a real hurt,
something that should not be talked about,
but will help you gain a lot,
and with it, lessons you'll learn.

At last...

After a long time of prayer, discernment and consultations to my formators and other people who are involve in my formation, I have passed my application letter already, yesterday, during the commemoration mass of Mary Help of Christians. It was really an awaited experience for me, since I’m going to renew my commitment for this vocation, the journey I wish to take for the rest of my life.

As I reflect upon what happened yesterday, I know I was so nervous because of my decision. But I also felt happiness and contentment from within me, since that was what I really wanted to do and I expressed it through that letter. As I reminisced, I have written the draft of that letter for so many times and even up to the last day before the submission, I’m still doubtful of my decision, but I know I have the right one. As I pass that letter, yesterday, I’m still praying to God hoping that I’ve made the right decision and that decision would be in-line to His. Now, I’m praying and waiting for the result of it. Hope it’s good.

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