…The other night, I dreamt I drowned in a clear pool of water, supine and passive. I didn’t struggle at all as I coiled deep into the water. I saw light so brilliantly yet enticingly soft to the eye. Of course, that isn’t my vision of a heaven. It’s simply at bit extraordinary so that […]
There Is A Brokenness
by Rashani
There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
A shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
Beyond all grief which leads to joy
And a fragility
Out of which depth emerges strength.
There is a hollow space
Too vast for words
Through which we pass with each loss,
Out of whose darkness we […]
circa 1962, and surprisingly Dad put in a lot of the entries!
Our family’s condolence to the bereaved family of Prof. Ernesto R. Santos: his wife Remedios David-Santos and his children and grandchildren. Prof. Santos, or Ernie, was FG’s good friend and fellow-professor; he was my Prof. in Trigonometry, and Medy was Guido’s professor. David, their child, was Vey’s classmate at UPIS.
Ernie was interred at Himlayang Pilipino […]
By Emily Dickinson
If you were coming in the fall,
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed,
I’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my […]
Parting
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Because I could not stop for Death
by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a […]
… I’m impelled to recall the last words of my father. It was about 5 p.m. on May 6th 1950. He was in his bed, very sick, when he said to one of his cousins that the doctor was only prolonging his life a little bit, as his time was already up. He said his lifeline […]
… my daughter w/ Rizal’s greatness and posture running through her veins