Be Still thy Soul

Be still, sad soul! lift thou no passionate cry,

But spread the desert of thy being bare

To the full searching of the All-seeing eye;

Wait! and through dark misgiving, black despair,

God will come down in pity, and fill the dry

Dead place with light, and life, and vernal air.

--J. C. Shairp

The man in the corner

Sa isang sulok sya ay mapapansin 
Munting mamang dala ang kanyang awitin 
Mga madla ay madali lamang sya lampasan 
Muntikan ko na ring di mamasdan 
Mga mata na puno ng pagasa 
Habang kinakanta 
"Diyos ay Pagibig" 
Ikaw ba ay naniniwala?

A way to vent out

Tonight I could use an old piano to tell my stories.
If I can play, I'd hit the chords and notes and allow my fingers to express how I really feel.
The black keys will tell of my low moments and the white will tell of the happy ones (at least the happy ones are greater).

Yet here I am, expressing
Typing myself away with a keyboard not the electronic type of Piano but that of an iPad.
This lil frame that I carried with me became my companion and witness.
If it could talk, it will tell you stories of how I wake up,
how I respond
how I rush
how I procrastinate

How I smile
How I look up
How I pray

How I whisper
How I plead
How I exist

If it will
It can

And maybe if I also will
I can