I am what I am!
I am a positive breeze
blowing now between us,
with a clear sky in my mind
and a blooming orchard in my heart.
I am a sense of certainty
in our stride,
along the labyrinthine paths
of a world that keeps on growing.
I am a clear voice
amidst our voices,
our inexhaustible speech
heard in every language.
I am a warm smile
amidst our alienation,
with a tender gaze and humanity—
an embrace for all.
I am the strong, rapid heartbeat
of our love,
a revitalized pleasure
in the pulse of happiness.
I am love—
true love,
given without expecting anything in return;
a positive breeze,
a sense of certainty,
a clear voice,
a warm smile,
a strong, rapid heartbeat;
I am what I am!
Feelings never perish;
they rest beneath the relentless river of time.
Yet the heart remembers the path to morning, crossing every boundary
with the first light of dawn.
Let darkness descend
into its own unfathomable depths.
I scatter the grey dust
that has gathered within me
to the open wind,
until peace becomes
the language of my breath.
Let the unwanted chapters of yesterday
fade into forgotten ravines.
Upon the white canvas of dawn,
may the soul unveil
its inexhaustible fire.
May I become a quiet flame,
guiding the lost
through the light within.
Let the deserts of the heart
yield fields of golden harvest.
May hope ripen like grain
for every face acquainted with hunger.
Let my fulfilment
never belong to me alone;
let it live in weary hands,
in the eyes of those
whose sweat keeps the earth alive.
Into eyes burdened with nightmares,
I place the horizon of tomorrow.
With luminous seeds of truth,
I sow the soil of a gentler future.
Awakened by the heart's own hymn,
I dedicate myself to the making of new dreams.
Let a new dawn descend upon the earth;
and within every weary breath,
may life begin again.
432.
Prepare Us for Death
Oh Father God, author of our life and death
Be with us in sickness and in health
Do not abandon us even if we dare to forsake Thee
Show to us Your inexhaustible mercy
For we are limited, our time passes away
We are bound by Your laws, we have penalties to pay
Help us be clean in spirit before it leaves our body!
-12/12/2015
(Dumarao)
*39th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
FELICITIOUS IDEAS
the
inexpressible
awareness
perceived
& applauded
inexhaustible
infractructed
idioms
of
simplicity
ethically
particular
emotionally
immediate
MOTIFS
inexhaustible
&
recurrent
in
motivic
parallels
of
equivalence
elevate
to
contemplate
complex
acumen
a significant
focus
superimposed
&
surrounded
with
transparent
unattainable
finite
obvious
ubiquitous
imagery
Since birth, symphony meets the mystic day.
In my heart, You planted a leaving seed...
Of wishes, Your blessings keep coming gay,
As the seed yields in folds, Thou clears up weed.
You give assurance to constantly treat,
The need to adjust and lean on wisdom
Under the shadow of mighty secrete,
To rule over defeat in Your kingdom.
The living seed with goody- oxygen:
Strange fuel inexhaustible yet so free,
But of wonder is its odd origin...
Not costly or cheap to grow of tree.
For water and sun aren't enough to grow,
Unless God's blessings touch the lands we sow.
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God, your love pulls me
not like rope,
but the ocean’s tide~
an undertow of grace drowning my resistance.
I am a kite~
you are the wind’s rough hands~
tightening the string, causing me to ascend.
I gasp, suddenly airborne,
carried swiftly into the air~
transformed and somehow lighter.
God, your love pulls me~
every doubt becomes,
a grain of sand washed clean
by your inexhaustible current.
every fear,
becomes a leaf shaken loose
in your mighty gale.
what am I, but a found thing?
your love is the compass needle
guiding me towards true north.
Pull me again, God~
I am yours to unravel.
Make me something
I do not recognize.
Nations, like tides, rise and fall with the numbers,
A swelling crowd is a promise and a peril.
In youth, the many are labor and armies;
In age, they are a weight upon the state.
Leaders count heads, not lives,
Calculating strength in the aggregate.
A vast populace fuels markets,
Fills the factories, swells the tax rolls.
Policy bows to the short-term reward,
Blind to the slow erosion beneath.
Food, water, shelter—finite and frail—
Are treated as inexhaustible myths.
Yet the wheel turns,
And the balance sheet of nature
Will one day collect its debt.
By then, the architects may be gone,
But their legacy will stand—
An empire too heavy to sustain.
You are a spring of living water
That quench the thirst of man's suffering
You are the source of inexhaustible energy
Source of joy, optimism, beauty and light
For your man and for the entire family
Know that you are beautiful, soft and gentle
You create a sense of fulfillment to a man
You are like fireplace that needs fire
An expensive commodity among the world of energy
No amount of money that can buy you
Ergo, you are the most valuable fire of a man.
He knew the flower to be fair,
but he did not want to wait.
So he turned to the promises of the machine.
It offered quick solutions
-perhaps imperfect-
but they were on-demand.
Scalable.
Inexhaustible.
And they cried for nothing.
They had no need.
Perhaps there were flaws,
but they could be ignored,
and the machine was always improving.
But one day the man remembered the flower
and he realized the price of the machine.
Written 14:07-14:12 on 3 March 2025. Title thought of 9:35 AM that same morning.
a grieving heart hears the pain
how many times must it echo again
direction askew from days tossed aside
no longer can tragic history abide
time for re-joice to be embraced
sounding the depths of dignity traced
empty shell cracked fault lines abundant
peeling a past rampant redundant
interdicting near-future most nobly
thence reach inexhaustible sanctity
Seperate roads ever converged
Runways generousos in plentiful serge
Refining aligning elevated themes
Hit the strip with full sun beams
Spur impulsed gleaming freeway
Me at the wheel
The music YOU play
Refreshed revived with passionate fuel
Lust inexhaustible
We are unbeatable
Speedometer broken
Hearts in motion
Wheels rolling
Im still doting
Every word youve ever spoken
They all went in and we are clear
The starting line be right here
Got Your Voicemail
Inexhaustible frustration
wrapped around righteous anger
stuffed in a jar of aching
unrelenting pain
capped with a lid of
astonished disbelief.
Prayers launched.
Nothing is on hold.
I write this letter,
To let you know Mother,
That “you mean to me…. so much.”
I really longed for your touch.
Your unconditional love,
Gift given by God above,
As priceless as your smile,
That I missed it for a while.
May your soul rest in eternal peace,
In heaven, I blow you a kiss,
And I look up at the sky,
Thank you Mom, I love you Goodbye.
I can’t say the words to you now,
But in my heart, it stays there somehow.
Your inexhaustible spirit remains in me,
Your motherly love gives me energy.
My life was your greatest treasure,
It can’t be taken, it can’t be measure,
Your sacrifice and advice give light,
Now my future shines like stars, so bright!
April 26, 2023
P.S.
I didn't said goodbye to my mother on her last moment because she died in her sleep and I am not always by her side. I am also working abroad.
Akin to a brook
Babbling without an end, the...
Inexhaustible curiosities of children,
Darling, as long as there is heaven above,
I'll love you true, as long as you stay;
Now, tomorrow, forever and a day;
God is my witness!
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Word choice: Abiding (Acrostic)
Date written: 02/25/2023
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