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)