Rising, with the mist
Sunrise, how I’ve missed
Brilliant light, so alive
Morning song will survive
Birds fly across the skies
Muffled, breathless sighs
Reasons for warmth of dawn
Erasing shadows from the lawn
Oh, laughing sun, rising bright
Rescuing hearts from the night
It’s Sunday morning, this day
Will surely offer a chance to pray
For the joy, peace and love
That comes to us from God above
Always faithful, like the sun
Showing us that we’ve just begun
To see the wonders of our life
And feel the love healing strife
We’re surely given each new day
To lift our hands, praise and say
God is blessing our souls with grace
No matter how powerful the dark we face
Always, morning comes to reveal
God’s new hope our hearts can’t conceal
He is the Master who created all
Thanks to His gift, His gentle call
We know, this Sunday, as we pray
We’re full of thanks every Lord’s Day!
849.
My Easter Sunday 2023
This Easter Sunday 2023
I'm with my OLSP Chorale Family
During the “Easter Sunday Mass” in our county
This Easter Sunday 2023
I'm with my Hachuela Family
During our “Family Reunion” in our municipality
This Easter Sunday 2023
I'm with my family
During this “Araw ng Kagitingan” in our country.
-04/09/2023
(Dumarao)
*Easter Sunday
My day of rest has turned into a work day
I don't like missing out on my church routine
and interacting with friends who build me up,
not tear me down, but I am making it work
I do like sharing Sundays with those I work with
making a small part of their world better with kindness
and care, but I feel like my own world is disrupted
But sometimes compromise is needed
and right now, my choice has been taken away
And the Lord said,
Lo and behold,
Take this day of rest
And gaze directly into
The high and unbeholdable.
(8/30/26)
Every small town along Interstate 80
told a story as my car tires sang.
They reminded me I’d been
with them before, still nestled
in fields of corn as they witnessed
each season as it passed. I surfed the radio
and with a second ear, learned to listen
for secrets the land revealed.
Downstate, locals said were true
to life, away from glistening towers
of Chicago as it rose on shoulders
of a lake that thought it was an ocean.
A friend once told me about
a woman who never drove the Loop.
A mother in a diner with two toddlers
told them to use their indoor voices
such excitement found, their lives
lying ahead. Her father nodded
to the memories they stirred.
Geneseo, Mineral and Princeton—
the story played out everywhere.
This I knew. I checked the oil
tires and gas before I started.
my car
a vessel for life
as it passes
.
and this meanz
thuh shifts'o
sumptimez
Sunday'z Testimony
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your church be
where sit'for
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spiritual nourish (were m-hm ')
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hol'lup one
this
come'n soon
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My worn T-shirt bears
the times that passed.
Good enough for now
I say to myself.
Sun through window
a promise
of what I don’t know.
When I take a drive
the river at my side speaks
and I let the highway
take it where it wants.
Soft conversations
I embrace as once again
my life unfolds.
Once again, I hear
the voice of someone I loved
coming back to me
in a moment of solitude.
I bought the T-shirt
on a journey out of town.
Now a sleeve has a hole
but I keep it for another day.
In retirement more and more
Everyday feels like a Sunday
It doesn’t start that way
But it certainly ends that way
Like no matter what I did today
Rest, play or work
Tomorrow feels like it’ll be a Monday
When the week begins
And everything starts again.
(7/23/26)
Currently it’s nothing better
Than this summer Sunday morning
I imagined your love letter
Sent you my reply - it’s coming
Passing time that never waits
Heading further to your part
Of the country, landing straight
To the mailbox of your heart
You may open my reply
Or leave it unread and lost
In the depth of this July
Soon erased by winter frost..
Africa is home
A new love under the stars
Caramel Sunday
I remember moments when his expressions of affection left me speechless. What insights have your memories offered me? I found myself quickly captivated by a charming scammer.
As the night came to an end, I urged him, "Let me heal." Someone wisely pointed out, "You are neither his therapist nor his mother." I should encourage his growth, but I won't take on his emotional burdens or fix his problems for him. After all, how many times can a fool be deceived? Lonely nights can wear away at one's soul.
I suggested he find a job, but he continues to insist that he is a celebrity.
Mr. Kingpalacekp, while anyone can assign themselves a title, true value comes from standing firmly behind it. Embrace your strength and courage.
It's halfway through this year, and next month will mark a month since I encountered the parasite.
It's time to put an end to this chaos before I find myself in a therapist's office.
Life has no balance.
578.
Sunday Night Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte, Lady of the Night
Bring us purity this Sunday night
The Purity by your Pure Water
A Godly purity that will bring us up there
Oh my beloved guardian
Keep us away from the clutches of Satan
With your Pure Water, embrace us this Sunday night
Be at my side everynight.
Amen.
-11/04/2017
(Dumarao)
*Nightly Prayers to Santa Muerte
571.
Sunday Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte who is with us everyday
Our Sacred Protector, bless us this Sunday
Grant us this Sunday your Purity
Your Pure Water for humanity
Your purging embrace with your Pure Water
A purge that will bring us to God up there
Oh Santa Muerte in White, Lady of Sunday
Be with us from day to day.
Amen.
-11/03/2017
(Dumarao)
*Daily Prayers to Santa Muerte
Will you kiss me as deeply as you bite me?
The wave over my troubles
The bandaid over my blood
The rain over my drought
The brush over my tangled mess
And the wind running through my over-dued skin
If I wait,
And wait
And no peace comes to my soul
Was I used?
Or shall I keep waiting for the spark
To save me from a life
Of impurity.
Truth Escapes
Each day shorter
than the day
before
Each word
sharper
and meaning more
Time compressing
the past
implodes
Truth
escaping
— life’s final throes
********
The Enemy Within
Everyone lives
with a cancer
deep inside of
them
Waiting
like a panther
striking
from within
If not today
tomorrow
on that
you can depend
Setting up
a sneak attack
malignancy
— portends
********
Within The Lines
Verse
is my mistress
Poetry
my love
Every line
my beating heart
Rhyme
sent from above
Feelings
wrapped in verbiage
Passion
leads the way
Stopping time
within the lines
Couplets
— on display
********
Words Rebirth
The leading edge
of prescience
A doorway to
beyond
Walking through
the past adieu
As words rebirth
— in song
(The New Room: June, 2026)
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