My sail is still, my sail is stillHow soon, O Wind, will you blow?No one to fill, no one to fillA heart that longs to
The lark breaks the cold gray morning With his own brand of sweet song Though he sang with all his heart’s beating No one else
“There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed, and there is nothing secret that will not become known and come to light.” Luke 8:17If
I have heard of people wanting to go up Mt Tabor, the mountain of Transfiguration. Many times in retreats and recollections, a metaphor to the
I have a terrible realization these past days. There are times when people befriend friendship and not the persons. I mean, they make friends out
I am reading the third book of the Chronicles of Narnia, “The Voyage of the Dawn Treader”, these days when my mind starts to boggle
Today is the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross. We remember the tree that witnessed the Sacrifice of the Lamb. We remember the
GMA Skyline At first it was unthinkable, unconquerable, and impossible. It was like facing giants and legions of soldiers charging at you. I thought I
I am your friend whether you like it or notI’ll be there beside you even if you’re a snotShould we be good or in fight,
The day I learned to love youIs the day I learned to lose youWhen you slipped into the nothingnessFading into my forgetfulness The day I