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What Faith Is

Faith is in the knowing; that God is good and true
Faith is in the loving; the life, He gave up for you
Faith is in the believing; that you’ll never be alone
Faith is in the following; the secret places-His light has shown

Faith is in the seeing; that in Him, nothing is impossible
Faith is in the sowing; the fruitiest substance of His parables
Faith is in the renewing; the spiritual nature of your understanding
Faith is in the doing; what God’s word has intended into creating

Faith is in the surrendering; where repentance, signifies the ways
Faith is in the hearing; where the spirit, takes your breath away
Faith is in the preaching; where the scripture holds the only light
Faith is in the seeking; all the unfathomable, through depths and heights 

Faith is in the blessing; where the old self dies to be reborn to a new creation
Faith is in the receiving; as the gift of grace as your ultimate foundation 
Faith is in the forgiving; a changing of heart, that may seem rather auspicious
Faith is in the resting; and into putting all your trust, "in the name of Jesus"

By Wilbert Dela Cruz

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My School Days

When I was a sophomore, I was in love with "Chemistry"
Just as soon as I fell, for the girl sitting right next to me
When I turned, junior, I hated "History"
Because as it turned out, she and I had two different "Philosophy"
But if you must know, I love "Math" the best
It was how I subtracted her out from all the rest
Although "English" was by far the most useful of all
Well, I mean, it’s kind of true next to "P.E" and basketball
"Physics" became a sort of breaking of the ice
Once I supplied her with an equation that’d made her, to look at me twice
As a senior, I sort of had fun with "Political-Science"
Sure enough, we got back together with only a little of her defiance
As for electives, I chose "Creative-writing" and, of course, "Art"
I drew her a picture and wrote her name in my heart
"Graduation" came and we were both happy and sad
As we reflected on every single moment we ever had
Then we held each other’s hand with words-said in limited supply
Because we knew, inevitably; we can only say goodbye, in a sigh!

By: Wilbert E. Dela Cruz

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A Christmas Thank You

There is an old story, I would like to share
It is about the one; we have come to know inside a prayer
About a child who was born at a stable, in a manger, on a bed of hay 
And about a gift and three kings with a bright star, charting the way

It was a simple idea, which I thought; we needed a reminder
Whose birthday it is, on this 25th of December
Because we’ve all been busy buying presents for everyone
Did we remember, not to forget about His, when all our errands were done?

We play music, we sing songs
We play them over and over, all night long
But haven’t we been missing out what it is truly all about
Somewhere, somehow we seemed to be leaving something out

To the children, Christmas is all about Santa; waving, at his sleigh
Together with his reindeer while Rudolph, leading the way
Or about Frosty the snowman thumpety-thumping in the snow
While to bigger kids, it’s about a kiss, blossoming under a-mistletoe

For the rest of us, it’s all about shopping and discovering what’s-on sale
Or peeking outside, waiting for someone, who’d be bringing in the mail
Or it’s all about, dressing up and preparing for that special meal
Or was it about the joy and the special gladness that we suddenly feel?

But don’t get me wrong, it’s all good
Everything seems like how it should
It’s just that we may be forgetting one little thing
Saying a “THANK YOU!” to the child, to the Lord, our King

It is… After all, his birthday we are celebrating
And to his kindness, we do owe Him… Everything
So let us give a moment of that day, as we kneel and pray
And say “Thank You, Jesus!” for giving us this CHRISTMAS DAY.

By: Wilbert E. Dela Cruz

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The Cry of a Broken Hearted

Have you ever heard the cry of the broken hearted?
Whose heart bleeds as it pleads as a result to losing, the one girl, he needs
Humble your heart and mind and access with empathy; well enough to perceive it clearly
I must warn you, it’ll be the worst cry you’ll ever hear, because it’s awfully too near to fear
Like how raindrops can replace your tears’ flowing outwardly from the inside
Falling like thunder-hunted by a lightning spear, shredding your thoughts to wander
As to what reality will be like to a dreamer, who cannot sleep; as he weeps and leaps?
Chasing memories which doesn’t exist coz’ he cannot resist but he persist on insisting, anyway
Whereas his heart plays jaggedly with the cards of sorrow, one bluff-it’s goodbye tomorrow
He bellows… like a rollercoaster ride, knowing, it’ll come again and again, turning boys to men
Turning strong men weak and feeble men weaker-all because he tried again, to seek her
All because he thought he needs her-He truly believes and grieves like thieves
Stealing time that was never his to reminisce inside a kiss only to see it spun onto this
Where his world gets weary as his eyes get teary watching the past unfolds to less than a theory
I digress, hoping that it’ll all be over in one second or less, unless, all, is but a test
I digress from digressing further, because everything’s a blur-like a nightmare slurring
He confuses me, when he talks about me as “I to a he” to a muse as though he too has lost his shoes
My head’s spinning-trying to find the right words to a song; a right place to belong
I’ve gone and reached ahead while the unknown future still trapped in my bed; unwed from reality
Uncoupled from normality where the only exception to the rule was to cry and so I play the fool
He cries as I cry, sending our “goodbyes” to the sky, trusting that one day, I will get to fly
As for now, I’ll embrace the pain with a little bit of salt and let it settle inside my private vault
Where all my promises and wishes and dreams can come true, and while I’m there… I’ll think of you

by: Wilbert Evangelista Dela CRuz

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My Love For Cupcakes

What is love?
Hmm! Love simply is what it is
Maybe, a simple hug sealed within a kiss
A twinkle in the eye or a smile that can melt hearts into butter
If you were to give it another kiss; would turn that butter into a flutter
Lub-dub! Lub-dub! It is as if your heart being reborn inside a sigh! Ahhhh!
That sounds just about right like a cup-cake with full of ice cream on top, yeah!
Or is it just as plain or as gentle as a breeze... Making you feel rightly at ease
Or a big word like a metamorphosis; the turning of a butterfly to a cocoon
Meanwhile without you ever knowing it, you start talking to the moon
Love breathes within a moment; in the touching of the hands
Love speaks in a language only the hearts can understand
Love walks with you when all your intentions are pure
Love listens when you are ready; love is the cure
Love endure and it will always come your way
Love is faithful-ly embedded inside your DNA

By Wilbert Dela Cruz 6-6-16

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6 Hours Ago Today, November 20, 2015, My Mom Passed Away In Front of Me

My mom was everything to me
She was my every day, my every morning
She was literally my life and I lived every single bit of it, in her world
She was my inspiration and her smile, was a sun-shine in my face
Every morning I would wake up and the first thing I ever thought about, was her
She would see me come down the stairs and automatically wave her little hands 
“Good Morning, Bert!” she would squeak out, followed by a smile as big as the ocean
In return, I would play with her cheeks, pinching both sides as I would often do
While she, on the other hand would always try to get a bite off of them, just for fun of course
It was our special ritual thing we do every morning, as if exchanging something more than words can say
My mom was my greatest dream of all and I mean that in every sense of the word
Because for a dreamer such I am, no dreams has ever come close to my undivided attention
I am also a freewill-thinker but where it comes to my mom, there can only be just one choice
I would choose her every time just because I am her son; it’s my duty to return the love, she has instilled in me
For a long time now I found a great calling preparing and giving her daily meds and insulin shots
To her I was her private doctor… To me, she was my princess, my queen and I would do just about everything
I have learned a lot being with her 24/7, 7 days a week, like being more of the patient trying to solve my problem with patience
Well, I mean it’s a work-in progress kind of thing but I truly feel that I’m a lot better compare from the old me
Little by little, day by day, one day, it just occurred to me that I was becoming the person, I can consent to be
For me helping her with her needs, she has helped me figured out my own path into the person I’ve always longed to be
You see, often, I’ve cried out, in silence about trying to find my own purpose in a world, filled with mysteries and illusions
And like I said earlier, every time, I would wake up and I would find her downstairs with her smile fixed directly at me
If you can only feel things in my shoes, no other kind of happiness can ever feel so pure and complete, it contented my soul
My mom loves to garden and because I love her and I wanted to make her happy, she made me fall in love with gardening
I could not believe it at first but gardening became my Superman’s fortress of solitude, it’s like it’s a whole new different world
She has given me so much of everything; I only wish that I had given her something even remotely significant, in comparison 
She didn’t just shaped me to be the person I am today; I became the person who would happily choose to be guided by her
Because there’s nobody else in the world like her, no heart can ever be as pure and innocent and good as her heart is
My mom was one of kind, a diamond if the rough, a jewel in the night and my sole treasurer of dreams
I don’t know what I would do without her, I have not one clue what my mornings would be like without her smile
I’m not even sure if I can ever get passed the darkness that I will be facing tomorrow; I only know one truth for now
I love my mom… I love her more than the meaning of the word love; I love her transcendently from infinity and beyond

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I Am a Vessel

I now live for Jesus and Jesus lives in me
I feel His creation as to who He wanted me to be
As I read His Words, my heart and mind begins to remember
Of how much God truly loves me; stretching his arms a-cross forever
And from His strife’s He has paved the road, brick by brick as for the sins I owed
I have lived long enough independent, in my own understanding, who am I kidding?
I know now that I can’t do it on my own, I need the Holy Spirit, so I’ll never be alone
It took me awhile to know I am free; my heart was blinded by the world’s philosophy
But now is the time to put the old things away and breathe this day in a special way
It’s now time for the art to do the creating; following the path where God is waiting
I now ask you, whoever is reading this, come with me in search for a spiritual bliss
I promise you, you’ll not going to be sorry; where God is, you’re part of the story
We are brothers and sisters, you and I; we are destined to live beyond the sky
We’re born as a reflection of our father’s Father; blessed by the Holy water
If by chance you’re wondering where you are, in our journey in the dark
We are heading straight home towards the light; you’re in Noah’s Ark

By Wilbert Dela Cruz 6-4-16

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Shor-Term Love

SOS-2U
ILUWAMH
Now&4ever

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At First Sight, After

Can’t eat and can’t sleep
Compatibility's way
Of saying hello

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The Measurement of Faith

One plus one will always equal into two
As your faith in grace-that was what saved you
It’s like measuring the distance from A to B to C
The strife’s of Jesus Christ has lit the light in me
The key through His word is like planting a seed
That once it takes root, will supply all our needs
Just imagine riding a bicycle-we’ll never forget
What Jesus went through into paying our debts
All that is required is to just believe in His name
Once the truth begins-you’ll never be the same
Like raindrops falling in the desert, God is good
Quenching our thirst to bless the neighborhood
A kid with a ruler can draw a perfect-straight line
We too needs one to see; our lives are intertwine
We are fishes in the same net, dying from thirst
Fighting for absolution; as to who can get it first
But it’s not from work, God measures our deeds
A faith as puny as a mustard-seed; is all we need

Wilbert Dela Cruz 6-16-16