Lunes, Hunyo 13, 2011

The Rain

The Rain
by Reya Bato

Huffs and puffs, puffs and huffs
the blowing is enough
gray clouds are nigh
darkening the sky.

Spatter, splatter of the rain
on my windowpane.
Slosh, splash, swash
the earth is washed.

Rumble, grumble,
the thunders growl
bar the windows
close the door.

Drops, drops, drops
the rain suddenly stops.
It's misty, it's foggy
outside it's soggy.

At last, the sun peeps
and timidly creeps
breaking through the gray sky
the earth is clear and dry.

© 13th June 2011

Miyerkules, Hunyo 8, 2011

On Waiting

08th June 2011


Waiting is a lifelong career.

As a child, most of us had waited to grow old and enter school then waited to graduate and have a good job. Older, most waited to be married and once married, waited for a birth of a child, and so on and so forth. No one likes to wait but all life is a waiting.

In this busy world, life has taught us that to wait is to be powerless, to be controlled, immobile and helpless. People wait when they have no choice but to... wait. I, who am imprisoned in the miseries of waiting, also believe that waiting is a passive activity -- just watching around and accomplishing nothing.

Last week I was reading the Gospel of Luke which changed the way on how I looked at waiting:

Luke 25-26: Now there was a man in Jerusalem called Simeon, who was righteous and devout. He was waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was on him. It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord’s Messiah.

There was a man who spent his whole life waiting for his foresight to come true. Did he not get tired and become hopeless?

I think he did not. He patiently waited and devoted his life waiting wherefore he knew the day and the time when his dream would come true -- when Christ would arrive in the temple court. Certainly, he waited because there was no other choice but to wait. He wanted to see the Messiah before he died as revealed by the Holy Spirit so he held on to that promise. However, he never waited passively; he spent his days waiting striving to be righteous and devout. It was a pleasant, tingling wait -- his wait was as great as the actualization of his foresight.

Methinks, waiting can have an appetizing quality if one devotes those loathing time of waiting in a yielding and upright way. #