My Composed Rap :

For some say  prayer is essential

For some say prayer is confidential

Most people say pray daily

Ohhh...  pray .

Pray not only when your feeling blue

but also when you feel glow.

For prayer is our constant communication to Him

  the Father.

Though God is always near to us,

 if you didn't pray,

you can't manage to feel His presence.

 Ohh , yeah .
pray.. pray ..

 This drawing represents my understanding and interpretation on Kahlil Gibran's poem, On Children.

I drew a gold for they represents the children whose prize and value were uncountable,immeasurable.

The hand in the right side is the hand of God Almighty, who placed the gold in the care of parents.

It is the responsibility of the parents now to take good care of the golds for they were not their property and anytime God will get them back from them.

The hand with a purse is a hand that get the children away from the parents. It maybe the will of the children or their fate.

Kahlil Gibrans' Poem that Srikes Me Most:

On Prayer
 Kahlil Gibran

You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.


For what is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether?
And if it is for your comfort to pour your darkness into space, it is also for your delight to pour forth the dawning of your heart.
And if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing.
When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet.
Therefore let your visit to that temple invisible be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion.
For if you should enter the temple for no other purpose than asking you shall not receive:
And if you should enter into it to humble yourself you shall not be lifted:
Or even if you should enter into it to beg for the good of others you shall not be heard.
It is enough that you enter the temple invisible.


I cannot teach you how to pray in words. God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips.
And I cannot teach you the prayer of the seas and the forests and the mountains.
But you who are born of the mountains and the forests and the seas can find their prayer in your heart,
And if you but listen in the stillness of the night you shall hear them saying in silence,
"Our God, who art our winged self, it is thy will in us that willeth.


It is thy desire in us that desireth.
It is thy urge in us that would turn our nights, which are thine, into days which are thine also.
We cannot ask thee for aught, for thou knowest our needs before they are born in us:
Thou art our need; and in giving us more of thyself thou givest us all."

An Essay based on Kahlil Gibrans Poem About Children:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

I found this line very much striking for it is indeed true that our children are not ours. They are just like jewels which value is incalculable entrusted to us by God that at any time He will get it back. Therefore, we should not think that we own the our children that sometimes we come to a point that we control their lives, we dictate them what course to be take, friends and peoples to be with, and etc. In addition, no one can lose something he/she has not possessed,and so, we should be ready for anytime our children will be gone from our sight. Also, we can't control the lives of our children for they have their own lives, own legend to fulfill, we are just merely an instrument and little god in fulfilling such legend of theirs. Keeping those children would be tantamount to stealing them, therefore, we should set them free but must not forget to give them penetration, the values and skills along with them,so that they too, will be ready to face the battle of their lives.
God entrusted them to our care, and there will a time that he will come to fetch them back. Its just a matter of readiness and acceptance.

My Assigned Poem:

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

WHERE DO I SEE MYSELF 5 YEARS FROM NOW?

Five years from now, I’ll be 23 years young at that time, and a spanking new graduate with highest distinction of my Masteral’s Degree in English major in English as a Second Language at the Mindanao University of Science and Technology and currently taking my Doctorate Degree at Xavier University.
In addition, I can envisage myself as one of the tremendous English teacher in the High School Department of my much-loved institution, Christ the King College. At the same time, I am handling basic English subjects in the College Department and handling English major subjects in the impending teachers students, Education program in order for me allocate my proficiency in creating and molding world class and competitive teachers.
Lastly, hopefully, at that time, with God’s grace I am in the process of getting contact with the RVM Congregation for I am about to cross the threshold as one of the sisters, answering God’s call. It is also one way of preparing myself to be the next first-rate School President of Christ the King College.

A very inspiring poem

Beyond Forgetting
by: Rolando A. Carbonell

For a moment I thought I could forget you.
For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart.
I thought the past could no longer haunt me—nor hurt me.
How wrong I was!
For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself.
And you are part of that life.
You are so much a part of me—of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions—that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you.
Many little delights and things remind me of you.
Yes, I came.
And would my pride mock my real feelings?
Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows?
I have wanted to be alone.
I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song...
And yet I remembered.
For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once happy world such as ours?
I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung.
I cannot sing it without you.
The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.
I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness.
Can’t you understand?
Can’t you divine the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you?
Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you?
You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference.
But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart.
How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone?
But, perhaps, you didn’t understand...
Remember, I came because the gnawing loneliness is there and
will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood....until you come to me again.
For you alone can blend the music and memory into one consuming ecstasy.
You alone...

Final Project in RS-3

In The Face of Death
Breath ceased. Metabolisms terminate and halt. Pulses desist. These are but only few signs of death- a condition of life that may strike us any time yet rarely talked about, fearfully thought, mostly abnegated and usually eluded where most of us find it hard to see inklings that it is coming. That possibly next year, month, week, tomorrow or even at this very moment, we will die. It is where we find hard to prepare when in fact, all of us will reach there, and it is only a matter of time and preparations.
Death is life’s ends- the loss of the very trace of life. Where you can no longer see that lose person again or let me say, they can no longer see you again for the rest of their lives, where only pieces of memories that are worth remembering left. Moreover, when this planned time comes, we feel grief-our emotional, physical and spiritual reaction to a death. Personally, I experienced and felt that grief too, when we back 2003, I was in grade-6 that time when my aunt died with an 8-month baby in her womb because of High Blood Pressure. During the last vigil, my heart was like tightly crumpled when her youngest son, a 7-year old boy asked my uncle, “Pa, pukawa na si mama,dugay lagi kayo siya naimata.” I said to myself, how pity is he, in his young age he loosed his mother, how lucky am I to have still my mother. It took many years for the family to recover. However, 7 years later, the grief again stroked the whole family when last June this year my deceased aunt 7 years ago youngest son, my cousin, died in Leukemia in the age of 12. I can feel the emptiness and desolation that the immediate family felt. I even come to a point that I asked God why. Why he let us be with our loved ones in several years when unexpectedly he will get them back? Does he really mean to hurt us? Does he really mean to make us apathetic after being shocked of losing someone we loved?
It took years for me to realize my batty thought and awry perceptions of death. Death therefore is the time when we face our loving creator and leave our temporary abode that God had given. It is clear therefore that we should not be attached to earthly things for we cannot be with them or cannot have them forever. It is our chance to be with our beloved father, death then must not be fear of, and we must concede fervently that we are just temporary boarders in this earth we lived. Although it will be difficult for us to accept the fact but it would be our challenge, to accept death freely, to be always ready and wholeheartedly prepare mentally, physically and spiritually.
Even science had defined death in many ways and described its reasons and causes in many ways; however, by the help of accelerating access of technology, they tried many things and invented many things to extend life a little longer and to be with our loved ones a little longer. However, we failed to realized that everything here on earth are God’s plan, we are just merely God’s creation, therefore, He has the control of everything, He can get us anytime He likes. That is why, we must learn to cherish the moments we have with our loved ones, to say what we want to say, to show what we want to show and to let them feel what we want them to feel. Before it is too late for us to realized and linger in one corner of our room in tears with a few words in mind. “If I only did…”
For us Christians in which we are guided by the Holy Bible, the reality of death is acknowledge as part of the current human condition affected by sin. There is ”a time to be born and a time to die”. (Ecclesiastes 3:2). In Christian’s view of death, to die is to be with God forever, to share eternal life and joy with him. According to John Flavel, when we have once loosed from this shore, we shall quickly wafted to the shore of glorious eternity, therefore, can we not say- I desire to die and to be Christ. It is by death that God often removes His people out of the way of great troubles and temptations. How it may be that by death we will escape some grievous trials, in which we could not and need not endure. By death, we will be relieved from innumerable evils and burdens, which are inseparable from the present state. We will be deliver from indwelling sin, from greatest trouble and from all temptations, from bodily illness and failings and from the afflictions and sorrows of this life, the days our mourning will be ended, and God will wipe away all tears from our eyes. Why then should we not hasten to depart? Why are we unwilling to dies? Are we concerned for our left loved ones? Then let the word of God satisfy us: “leave your fatherless children to me, I will keep them alive and let your widows trust in me”. If the consequences of death will this all and this great, why should we be afraid then? Why not bid it welcomes. It cannot hurt us, it is easy and harmless, and it is like taking off our clothes, of taking rest.

What Do You Want Me To Do?
- JENIPHER ABAD -

The room was quite. The tiny crystal-like raindrops starts flowing from the rooftop. The light inside the room was mild enough that what was inside could be seen. A big oval-shaped family picture of summer could be seen hanging in the pinkish-white wall. The harmony of the played music could be hardly heard as the sobbing and loud sighing of a girl seated on the soft and smooth puce bed accompanied the melody of the music. That lady was me.
I can’t explain my feelings at that very moment , I felt depressed, lonely, regretful and seems I’m becoming paranoid, and that was because just that morning we had our recollection about my relationship with Him. Suddenly, someone touched my shoulder and softly wiping my back. I felt scared and alarmed. I was aghast when I looked unto that person seated next to me, it was Him. I know it was Him, the mark of kneels was still visible on His soft and delicate hands, that made me convinced without any hesitations that it was Him. To my amusement, I became speechless, I don’t know what to say, until He broke the silence with a question; “What do you want me to do?” After hearing those cold words coming from His mouth, it seems everything around stopped from its usual movements. I could hear nothing, could feel nothing and could say nothing. Tears started flowing on my cheeks, flowed and flowed. I took a deep breath and tried to open my mouth to say something, and fortunately, I did. Without any qualm I told him earnestly, “I want you to forgive me, I want you to have pity on me, all is darkness, sins surrounds me, please come to my aid, I want to see.” Help me not to be blind by worldly cares, help me to see the true light of life. I want to be back close to you like I was before.” That was my last words for I can’t take the feelings anymore; it became hard for me to breathe now because I was wailing. He hugged me tight, wipe my tears and softly, He whispered; “Take courage. Your faith will save you.”
Slowly, I open my eyes, wipe my tears and it’s only then that I’ve realized, “I’m dreaming!”
However, I felt blessed and at eased for even if in my dream, I was given a chance to talk to Him, to hug Him, to touch him and expressed to Him what I’ve really felt, straight from my sensitive heart. On the other hand, I felt sheepish because even to my sinfulness, even if I had caused him in pain and death, He still dared to asked me; “What do you want me to do?”
His love was really immeasurable and incomparable. Even if I was blinded by worldly things, interests and desires, even if I never noticed Him passing by my side, even if I neglected Him during the time when He was there waiting for me to call Him, even if I abused and took His love for granted, He still there asking ; “What do you want me to do?” Even if I tend to be insensible that He is there, that I felt His presence within me. Even if we forgot to acknowledge His gifts, but still He pardons me from all my sins, healed my ills and surrounds me with love and compassion and He still dared to ask me, “What do you want me to do?”
If you were in my situation at that moment, when He asked me; “What do you want me to do?” what will be your answer? Would you answer the same like what I did? How would you feel? Would you feel the same like what I felt? How would you react?
“What do you want me to do?’

MY REFLECTION

The discussion about our mother always evokes strong emotion in us. When we utter the word ‘mother’ it judicious different and we can’t mind the tears falling in our cheeks. When we try to appreciate her by telling others what she means to us or what a mother should be like or do, each of us has different understanding and expression.
My mother played a vital role in shaping my personality, what I am today, I owed a lot from her. And I guess she had an excellent dexterity in nurturing her children, and you can take me as a concrete example. It is in the womb of my mother in which my life receives a form suitable for living in this world. I’m alive and functioning physically and spiritually because of her.
Like what Mother Mary did to Jesus, my mother gave me all the nurture that a mother can possibly give to her child. Like Mary, whom the only human who is with Jesus from the time He is conceived into this world, to the time He is crucified, and even when the Holy Spirit descends at Pentecost. My mother also is always next to me every step of the way- be it for joy or for suffering. She contributes her whole life to our family. She has been the glue that holds our family together for she perpetually provide the loving care and support we needed.
Since I was born in this world and see its pulchritude, she gave me all the love I need. Her love serves as my armor and guide in facing all emulates that life brings. She gave me hope every time I lose one. She was the one who taught me to be near at God’s heart. She’s the one who woke up in the middle of the night every time I’m not feeling well. Because of me, she suffered a lot, just to provide me all my needs. Even if she’s tired, but she never mined it just to give me a brighter future. She’s the one directing me in the path I m walking right now. She was a humble and patience ever mother for even if I caused her a lot of pain because sometimes I spoke hurting words to her , and despite of her sacrifice for me , sometimes I dared to not giving her respect. But she dared to endure and still shows alacrity to help me, for my happiness is where she felt at ease. During the time I was desolated and weak, she’s the one who finds way to ease my sadness and never let me alone.
I can compare my mother to no one in this insipid yet wonderful world for she’s the best mother for me. She’ll do anything for me. She has the affectionate and forgiving heart. She’s even willing to give her life for us for no mother could dare to see her child in pain. She’s dakila higit sa lahat.
If I were given a chance to turn back time, she’s still the mother I want to be with , the mother I always grateful to be with. God is so good for giving me a perfect mother like Mother Mary.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but lower morals; we have more food, but less appeasement; we build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or to just hit delete...
By Dr. Bob Moorehead

New Life

by Paul Bodet

I've been sitting around this life for years,
Not enough laughs and too many tears.
Trying to figure out where it all went,
These wasted years that I have spent.

Searching for something to go beyond,
Life's a stone skipping across a pond.
At the last skip, it hits with a splash,
Down the stone sinks, gone in a flash.

Pushing and pulling, it's tearing apart,
Poking and prodding an underused heart.
This dark velvet curtain that hides my soul,
Living this life has taken it's toll.

In a flash of bright light, the curtain is torn,
Tumbling down all tattered and worn.
Revealing new life, a child within,
Born free of hate, of suffering and sin.

Now my eyes see what has never been told,
Striving forth happy, confident and bold.
Into a world that's unfamiliar but friendly,
Into this new life my spirit will send me.

Living and laughing, loving it all,
I stood myself up and answered the call.
The darkness has gone, replaced by the light,
I gave up the darkness with hardly a fight.

I've been sitting around this life for years,
With laughter aplenty and hardly a tear.
Now I can see just where it all went,
Cherish every moment of this new life I've spent.