Memory

Within preciousness,

Creation.

Fearfully.

Perfection personified

The purpose known

The design, yet.

The reason, searched.

The answer, awaiting.

A Herald, sent.

Innocence embraced

Time to confusion , reasons set aside.

A wanderer without a star.

Seasons passed,

Tidings told,

Tempests tamed,

Tales, never to be told

Pain, a faithful companion

Sorrow, his loyal comrade

Patience, the blessed fruit

Joy, remained hope.

Decades remained misunderstood

A fib of mind

A tale of yearning

All, but what was.

Little to know.

The searching was for..

Answers ancient found.

Fulfillment, then desire.

By the banks of clarity, rest

The missing piece

Was the first piece

Perfection personified.

our dance

Take My hand.
Trust.
Let go.
I will lead.

My Love,
Our dance,
Tells a story..
For all lovers.

Love once found.
Kept safe,
Within precious embrace.

The winds blew ever stronger,
The tempest raged,
Our sails, broke.

We drifted.
To worlds unknown,
Longing ever stronger, a return.

Faith , the constant decision,
The return inevitable.
Within the precious embrace.

Love, Faith
Never stronger
A constant, remaining, forever complete.

My Love,
Our dance,
Tells a story.
For all lovers.

My Everything

Like an infant
I rest
Under your bosom
My shaking self , seeks warmth

Make them stop!
Make them go away!
A child...longing to be
At peace , at play

My Shelter, my Strength
my Friend , my Love
my Heart , my Soul
my Everything

Hold me,
Never let me go
If only, within Your shadow
There, I will remain.

Job 38 : 1 , 8 - 11

Today's first reading :

Then from the heart of the tempest Yahweh gave Job his answer. He said:

Who pent up the sea behind closed doors when it leapt tumultuous from the womb,
when I wrapped it in a robe of mist and made black clouds its swaddling bands;
when I cut out the place I had decreed for it and imposed gates and a bolt?

'Come so far,' I said, 'and no further; here your proud waves must break!'

Happy Father's Day Daddy.

But it was displeasing to me that I acted like a worldling, and it was greatly burdensome to me now that the hope of honor and of money no longer inflamed my desires as it formerly did to help me endure such a heavy bondage.

For those hopes no longer delighted me when compared with the sweetness and beauty of Your house, which I loved.

St.Augustine of Hippo.

A starry night

My only hope

I dream

I long

You wiped a tear

Silk most precious

A diamond placed

Royalty redeemed

A kiss

Comfort perfected

Woolen hugs

Warmth returned

Within these arms

I belong

Within this embrace

Completed.

Enlightenment ?

How Enlightened Are You?

Well. . .

If you can live without caffeine or nicotine;

If you can be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains;

If you can resist complaining;

If you can understand when loved ones are too busy to give you any time;

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment;

If you can ignore friends' limited educations and never correct them;

If you can treat the rich and poor alike;

If you can face the world without lies or deceit;

If you can conquer tension without medical help;

If you can relax without liquor;

If you can sleep without the aid of drugs;

If you can have no prejudice against creed, color, religion, gender, sexual preference, or politics ,

Then you have almost reached the same level of spiritual development as your dog.

Blake Raphael Netto,

thy adorable furriness brings much joy ! :)

love you boy !

*tummy rubs & treats *

Those lil angels..

A little something for the sweetest angels my little life has been blessed with.
Mere words could never fully express what a precious place you hold and always will.

The precious Isabelle & Christan

The precious Rahul & Priyanka

Love you so very dearly.

June 2009

Its been a while since I’ve written any of my own pieces...

Somehow, I seem to have lost (hopefully temporary) my ability to translate emotions and sentiments into a coherent string of words expressing the deepest depths of my soul….

June 2009, marks the start of a new beginning.

A new mission . The same vision.

Every fiber of my being is in a state of gratefulness, never did I imagine such calm, collected, assurance.

Never did I imagine such clarity, wisdom and guidance to simply be…..His instrument.

This is the path I have chosen and like all chosen paths.. some days brighter than the other.

Today, I look back on those ( numbered )cloudy tempest tossed days.. and I see the many angels my life has been blessed with.

Some have remained through the decades. Some a little less.

But all, an angel just the same.

The end of one journey, clearly marked the beginning of a new journey.

....hence the journey continues.

In search for me , I discovered truth
In search for truth , I discovered love
In search for love , I discovered God
And in God, I have found everything


i found the above whilst clearing up some old emails, a simple reminder of where it all started. :)

Voice of Truth

Oh,what I would do to have
the kind of faith it takes
To climb out of this boat I'm in
Onto the crashing waves
To step out of my comfort zone
Into the realm of the unknown
Where Jesus is,
And he's holding out his hand

But the waves are calling out my name
and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
time and time again
"Boy, you'll never win,
you'll never win."

(chorus)
But the voice of truth tells me a different story
the voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"
and the voice of truth says "this is for my glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

Oh, what I would do
to have the kind of strength it takes
To stand before a giant
with just a sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound
of a thousand warriors
shaking in their armor
Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand

But the giant's calling out
my name and he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
time and time again
"Boy you'll never win,
you'll never win."

But the stone was just the right size
to put the giant on the ground
and the waves they don't seem so high
from on top of them looking down
I will soar with the wings of eagles
when I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
singing over me

But the voice of truth tells me a different story
The voice of truth says "do not be afraid"
And the voice of truth says "this is for my glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me (calling out to me)
I will choose to listen and believe (I will choose to listen and believe)
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

I will listen and believe
I will listen and believe the voice of truth
I will listen and believe
'Cause Jesus you are the voice of truth
And I will listen to you.. oh you are

By Casting Crowns


I have always held this song very close to heart, but somehow for the last 6 months or so it has become a personal theme song.

An anthem my soul resonates too.

Maybe I’m learning, to truly understand, what it means to live by faith.. and faith alone.

To move to the rhythmic pulse of my one , true, passion and love.

To seek and collect only treasures..that are a soothing balm to my soul.

No longer wanting to define perfection within the brackets and standards set by the world…but yearning endlessly to be perfect…before my King.

You have made me to be 'toward' You, and my heart is restless until it rests in You.

- Augustine of Hippo.

soulful storm

I reached within my soul
It’s an afternoon…of the lazy sort.

There is a storm.
Its brewing.
Its broth like texture.
Offers no answer..

I reached within my soul
It’s an evening…of the quiet sort

At you, I stare.
In – to those eyes.
A glimpse of your soul.
The void is seen.

I reached within my soul
Its night….

Take my hand,
Look into my eyes,
This is now.
This is real.

I reached within my soul
Within my soul, You remain.

Photograph by :
Lesly Leon Lee

My Angel

I dont know why I wither
I dont know why I cry
Buy sometimes I can feel it
My angel passing by

He looks over me,takes care of me
Protecting me with his soul
he showers me with love abundantly
So no evil has hold

Yet I feel the strain of life
While clinging onto his broken wings
I feel his suffering
But still my angel sings

written on : 19/10/1999

finding this poem in my old journal was sweetest bit of my friday. Besides the memories , i realised that this is probably the only poem that i've ever written that has some form of 'structure'to it.

Picture By : Lesly Leon Lee

The Gift

An infant cries
But the world turns away
Its locked
Within the corner of her heart
Her pleas heard by the deaf
Her struggles seen by the blind
The world has taken over
Trivial emotions rule

The infant is in fear
The wall in between is growing stronger
The strand of love weaker by the moment
Longing to see
What was once within
Hopes are fading
But wishes grow stronger

Life..weaker by each strike
Strength has burnt out
Distant life , remains a memory
But fear is choking her
for what’s to come – the sorrow unleashed.

The infant is silent
Tears have dried
Peace not being the reason
But wisdom has been granted
And knowledge foretold
That the meaning shall be found.


Came across this poem while flicking through one of my oldest journals. I resisted editing it in the smallest way.. simply to preserve its 'raw authenticity'.

This one was dated 12/04/1999

Picture by : Lesly Leon Lee

Isaiah 61

1 The spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, because the LORD has anointed me; He has sent me to bring glad tidings to the lowly, to heal the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to the captives and release to the prisoners,

2 To announce a year of favor from the LORD and a day of vindication by our God, to comfort all who mourn;

3 To place on those who mourn in Zion a diadem instead of ashes, To give them oil of gladness in place of mourning, a glorious mantle instead of a listless spirit. They will be called oaks of justice, planted by the LORD to show his glory.

4 They shall rebuild the ancient ruins, the former wastes they shall raise up And restore the ruined cities, desolate now for generations.

5 Strangers shall stand ready to pasture your flocks, foreigners shall be your farmers and vinedressers.

6 You yourselves shall be named priests of the LORD, ministers of our God you shall be called. You shall eat the wealth of the nations and boast of riches from them.

7 Since their shame was double and disgrace and spittle were their portion, They shall have a double inheritance in their land, everlasting joy shall be theirs.

8 For I, the LORD, love what is right, I hate robbery and injustice; I will give them their recompense faithfully, a lasting covenant I will make with them.

9 Their descendants shall be renowned among the nations, and their offspring among the peoples; All who see them shall acknowledge them as a race the LORD has blessed.

10 I rejoice heartily in the LORD, in my God is the joy of my soul; For he has
clothed me with a robe of salvation, and wrapped me in a mantle of justice, Like a bridegroom adorned with a diadem, like a bride bedecked with her jewels.

11 As the earth brings forth its plants, and a garden makes its growth spring up, So will the Lord GOD make justice and praise spring up before all the nations

A simple conversation with a dear friend was a pleasant reminder of this chapter from Isaiah. Hopefully..it'll remind you, the way reminded me..

( Picture by : Tim Fernandez)

CJ's 2

This is dedicated my dearest ‘dino baby’ who turns 2 on the 13th of January.

Happy Birthday Christan !!





And the poem written for Christan , when he was born..revisted.

A gift heaven’s from arms,
Treasure beyond all measure,
Sweetness..like never imagined.
A sign, of love perfected.
A masterpiece....crafted by God
Every strand of your hair counted,
Every eye lash prefectly placed.
Your name, He has craved on palms of His hand,
You are , A sign of His perfection,
A sign of His glory,
Above all, a sign of His love.
Always remember…
His love that completes you,
His love that makes you whole,
For His love, is truly above all.

Morning Medley

My heart sings for You this morning
A melody , of mystery
A love song, of tears and fears
Truest, purest, for You alone

My soul dances for You this day
To a melody never known
The lyrics, unfamiliar
But the soul, never more contended

Take me, into a world
No longer confined,
No longer conforming
It'll be..

You and me,
Forever.


( Picture by : Tim Fernandez)

2008

Sunsets, and unknown sunrises
A tempest tossing thunder
One crystal clear blue sea…

An island of solidarity..
A continent of contentment,
One starry constellation for all.

A rainbow of vision,
Souls of malnutrition,
But love, nonetheless.

A reflection
Maybe a window
The journey , continues.

Faith , tested and prevails.



Personal summary of 2008. Simplicity is key :)

(Picture by : Adrian Rudess Ron)