I Also Asked





I asked God why I wasn’t rich.


He showed me a man with the wealth of a thousand kings, who was lonely, and had no one to share it with.


I asked God why I wasn’t beautiful.


He showed me a woman more beautiful than any other, who was ugly because of her vanity.


I asked God why He’d allowed me to become old.


He showed me a boy of 16, who lay dead at the scene of a car accident.


I asked God why I didn’t have a bigger house.


He showed me a family of six, who had just been evicted from their tiny shack, and were forced, to live on the street.


I asked God why I had to work.


He showed me a man, who couldn’t find a decent job, because he’d never learned to read.


I asked God why I wasn’t more popular.


He showed me a socialite with a thousand friends, who all left the moment the money and parties were no longer there.


I asked God why I wasn’t smarter.


He showed me a natural born genius, serving life in prison for making ill use of his knowledge.


I asked God why He put up with a thankless sinner like me.


He showed me His Bible.

He showed me His Son who took my place at the judgment. 

I knew then how much He loved me.


What’s eating you today? Are your problems weighing heavy on your heart? 


Know, then, that you are LOVED.


-Author Unknown.


LUMA, BAGO–Hanggang Kelan Ka Magtatago?


Lagi nalang tinatago dahil kung may makakita,

Baka hindi rin naman mabigyan ng kwenta.

Paano kung naging ibang tao ka ulit?

Marahil di ka rin naman magiging Masaya.

Kung anong meron ka ngayon,

Pwedeng sa bagong ikaw, wala ka na nun.

Yung iba gusto yun, Pero ikaw—ayaw mo nun.

Hindi mo masimulang magbago

Dahil walang naniniwala na kaya mo naman.

O baka dahil, ginusto mong ganun na rin ang tingin sa iyo,

Kaya hinayaan mo nalang.

Lagi mong itatago lahat ng bago sayo, aminin mo,

Dahil di ka sigurado na meron ngang nabago.

Hanggang kelan ka magtatago?

To My Greatest Frustration To Date

With many a fall shall linger near

In such rainy days crucifies

Becalm like boatman in the midst of a sombre

And ferries me to somewhere I marvel

And somewhere not so

…I blame me

As musing slow as I hail

Triggers the three button

Yearning to soothe my ears

Mellowness descending from the highest

Sound coming from the farthest

To misfortune, missed the chops,

And left my spirit forlorn

…What doth strengthen, what maim

But welcome fortitude and patient cheer

And frequent sights of what is to be borne!

Such sights, or worse, as are before me here :-

Not without hope, we suffer and we mourne

…Continue marching on!

In Mere Utterance

In the heart of July

Engraved in my linger

I foresought

…It’ll be great

…It’ll be memorable

…I’tll be perfect

Soon I’ll be hearing the stamps of the feet

Approaching the Cathedral’s door

My mentor my beloved father

To whom I dedicate that day

Yet it seemed a wrong season

For the saddest birds prefer to sing

Yet I waited and toiled

And the time…oh

Fast-paced as it has always been

Trapped me in devastating gloom

To the view of my colleagues with their dearest

Whilst I all alone

Came a thought of grief

“It will not be long” I’m enamoured at her voice

A slight utterance that gave mine a relief

And offered me herself to walk along

That glorious carpeted aisle, significant it is

My classmate’s mother I remember the face

Her warmth, and natural kindness, compelling

Is ever instilled

“I may replace him if you wish, just call me up

But have faith, it will not be long”

And I’m strong again