Even If It Takes A Lifetime

Remembering Edgar Albert Guest: "poet of the people".

2010-06-21T00:45:00.000-07:00

"Your style reminds me of Edgar Guest's that used to appear regularly in our morning newspaper." This comment came from one of my xangan friends for my Mother's Day post on the 9th of May. A truly marvelous compliment. Nonetheless, though I am truly honored, I deemed it fit not to accept. Precisely, for I know I am nowhere near the league of so great a poet. I am truly thankful though for the reference....for the comparison.

From the Academy of American Poets, I gleaned in Poets.org that Mr. Guest published more than twenty volumes of poetry and was thought to have written over 11,000 poems in his lifetime. An amazingly great feat! No wonder he was once called "poet of the people."

Well, for those who are not familiar with Edgar Albert Guest's poems like myself, here is one:

A FATHER'S PRAYER

Lord, make me tolerant and wise;
Incline my ears to hear him through;
Let him not stand with downcast eyes,
Fearing to trust me and be true.
Instruct me so that I may know
The way my son and I should go.

When he shall err, as once did I,
Or boyhood folly bids him stray
Let me not into anger fly
And drive the good in him away.
Teach me to win his trust, that he
Shall keep no secret hid from me.

Lord, strengthen me that I may be
A fit example for my son.
Grant he may never hear or see
A shameful deed that I have done.
However sorely I am tried,
Let me not undermine his pride.

In spite of years and temples gray,
Still let my spirit beat with joy;
Teach me to share in all his play
And be a comrade with my boy.
Wherever we may chance to be,
Let him find happiness with me.

Lord, as his father, now I pray
For manhood's strength and counsel wise;
Let me deal justly, day by day,
In all that fatherhood implies.
To be his father, keep me fit;
Let me not play the hypocrite!

Note: I have not been blessed with a son. But this could well be a prayer for my three daughters. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

Is any of us special? No, we're all the same.

2010-04-28T07:58:00.000-07:00

"I used to think I was different.... Above all the rest.... Smarter than..... I always thought they were all shallow.... And I was the only one with a head on my shoulder," a blogger wrote.
Then comes the realization. "But look inside, we're all the same.... And in the end, the only thing that's different? Is our names."

And I could only agree.
But before I go, here is my....

IN GRATITUDE

A puff of wind, that's what we are.
Our days, a passing shadow.
Of yesterday, we know not much -
none of what's for tomorrow!

Today we sing, and laugh, and smile
with every bird that flies on high;
But birds do not stay long enough -
leaving us all to cry and sigh!

This shouldn't make us wonder, though -
our life, like the bird's, is short;
Rather, we ought to find a way
to know how much we're worth!

But who are we? What have we got?
Oft times we say what we are not!
In truth, each of us is just a lowly creature -
a thing of dust, shorn of grandeur!

To brag will only bring us shame -
none of fame, indeed;
Pay homage to our Creator instead -
to Him, we ought to bow our head!

"Father Almighty, accept our humble thanks.
We know this is not enough.
For all that we have - come from You,
You've given us so much!"

On going back.

2010-04-28T07:50:00.000-07:00

This is a follow-up entry to yesterday's "Looking back." How often in our lives do we fully and intractably romanticize a former place in our life to the extent that we cannot help but crave to return to that sanctuary? When we've spent years polishing a memory so that it shines brilliantly and without adulteration, how can we do anything but dream about running back? Can we ever go back?
Easily the questions beg some .....

REMINISCING

As I close my eyes
and summon images of home,
I always see bits and pieces
of long ago -- never to return.

At the back of our old house
is the shallow running river -
its murmuring ripples, the sweet melody
of a lullaby sang by Mother.

Out front are bougainvilleas and roses -
a cornucopia of red, of white, and green;
Beyond are the lettuce, the squash,
and the creeping tendrils of the beans.

Farther east, at the edge of the cornfield -
the stately oak tree stands,
two outstretched branches beneath its canopy
resembling Father's sturdy arms.

Between the newly-plowed furrows
young corn sprouts are seen;
Each one eager to see the world,
to greet the sunshine, to kiss the rain.

Through warm and tender-loving care
slowly, ears of corn spring;
Warming weary but contented hearts
for the happiness they bring.

Ah! But the corn stalks are young no more.
The kernels have long left the cobs;
The oak now lords over a grass-covered field
cooed by the river's whispers and sobs.

Looking back.

2010-04-28T04:09:00.000-07:00

Last month, I came upon these: Do you ever have those days where you look back at your life and your accomplishments? Do you feel proud and satisfied? Or do you sort of just look away and wish you hadn't done that?

As a response I want to share with you a poem, actually, a prayer I penned a few years back. Here is.....

FOR ALL ETERNITY: A PRAYER

Thank You so much, heavenly Father
for all the blessings You give;
for providing me a happy home
and showing me every good reason to live.

Mine, O Lord, was a wonderful childhood -
days filled with beautiful memories,
loved ones who understood my shortcomings
and shared my little victories.

Through the years You lighted my path -
You helped me triumph over trials;
Not for a moment did You leave me alone
but kept me company during my darkest hour!

When I stumbled and fell, I remember
You offered me Your hand;
I'm truly grateful to You, dear Father
for giving me another chance!

Had You not taken me by the arm
I would have gone deep into the mire;
Were it not for Your kindness
I would have drowned, I would have died!

Your love kept me safe and sound.
Your touch made me whole again;
Though for a time I felt cold and weak -
soon after I soared with renewed strength!

I beseech You now, O Father.
Please continue to guide my way.
Grant me and my loved ones a blissful life
for all eternity!

Amen.

Though it may not be the life you ordered.

2010-04-28T04:06:00.000-07:00

No doubt we all have great expectations for our lives, and when our lives don't live up to those expectations, it can be tough. Really tough. "This is not the life I ordered!" exclaims one, saddled with life's burdens.

Well, we may be experiencing tough times, but it is not enough reason to give up hope. As it is not yet the end of the world, why let fear seep in? Why should we allow ourselves to be paralyzed? Yes, even when life keeps dragging us down, we must not give in to despair. We must strive to keep our head above the water. Take a breather. Look for something to cling on to.

Indeed it may not be the life any of us ordered, but for all we know it is part of a grand design. Well, lest I be accused of being preachy, I'll just leave you my .....

FRAGMENTS OF A GRAND DESIGN

Sifting through the sands of time,
I found a stormy day in life -
gusts of wind fiercely blowing
kept me cold and shivering inside.

Seeking comfort, finding none,
I left the home cherished for years -
oblivious of my surroundings
a nameless face streaming with tears.

Up, I soared where the sun shone bright
where clouds happily rolled by -
banishing all dreary thoughts
softly singing a lullaby.

Day after day, life passed unnoticed -
time soothingly moved on;
Like the waves lapping the shore
merely greeting, then trudge along.

"Lord., thank You for all its worth -
treasured memories I left behind:
Some were truly hurting, yet enriching -
fragments of Your grand design!"

Finishing strong.

2010-04-28T04:05:00.000-07:00

From Dan Greene of "Finish Strong" fame, I learned this: "Regardless of what came before or what has yet to come, what matters most right now is how I choose to respond to the challenge before me. Will I lie down or will I fight? The choice is mine..."

Yes, you are right, he chose to finish strong.

Fact is, we all must deal with challenges from time to time. The words 'finish strong' instantly and clearly communicate a performance goal. The challenges that we have to deal with pose as either an obstacle or a threat to our success. We must not be daunted, though. We ought rather to overcome these obstacles and/or eradicate the threats and finish real strong. When we shall have done so, we shall be fortunate to have come upon.....

LIFE'S SHINING MOMENTS

In the course of our journey
starting from birth,
there are occasions for sorrow
and moments of mirth.
Sighs are heard, tears are shed
during great disappointments;
Faces glow, eyes sparkle at
life's shining moments!

The road to success
is often times laden -
with trials, tests of courage, and
things foreboding;
Sometimes we pass
through tunnels of torment -
coming out unscathed is one of
life's shining moments!

Looking back the way we came,
we either smile, frown, or grin;
Having traveled thus far
we remember neither ease nor pain.
We could only utter a prayer -
sing a song of praise, not lament;
Having reached the endline, need not erase
life's shining moments!

Treating people with love and respect.

2010-04-28T04:04:00.000-07:00

Although a lot of people influenced my life in many very positive ways, more than anyone else, my father did. He taught me many things, such as the importance of hard work, discipline, and believing in myself. He even taught me that a sense of humor, and especially laughing at yourself, can be one of life's greatest blessings. But at the top of the list, he taught me to treat people with love and respect.....to live the Golden Rule, so to speak.

Take this.

There was this ex-convict who had just returned to our place after serving his sentence at the National Penitentiary. Everybody was avoiding the man and pretended not to see him whenever he was around. So when Father talked to the person one afternoon while coming home from work and even spent about an hour talking with him about just anything else like his children, how they were doing in school, and the farm he was tending, when they finally parted ways I asked, "Dad, why did you spend so much time with him? He is an ex-convict. What would the neighbors say?"

He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I'm your father and I tell you lots of stuffs like any father should, but if you remember nothing else I ever tell you, remember this .....treat every human being just the way that you would want to be treated." He further said, "I know this is not the first time you've heard it....in the church, at school, oh, elsewhere, but I want you to truly understand it, because if you had understood, you would never have said what you said. If you live the Golden Rule everything else in life will usually work itself out, but if you don't your life will probably be unhappy and without meaning."

And he was of course right.

One stormy night, a few months after Father had that conversation with the man who came straight from prison, our family was roused from sleep by red ants crawling every where and biting us as they did. To our great horror, the river nearby had swollen and cut through the open field directly hitting our house. We had to evacuate immediately and stayed till morning, and your guess is as good as mine, at the ex-convict's house which was located on higher grounds.

Recently, I read this from a book: "If you teach your child the Golden Rule, you will have left them an estate of incalculable value." Truer words were never spoken.

In parting, I would like to share with you my.....

ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER

One good turn deserves another -
I learned early in life.
A smile that's sweetly given,
shall end a bitter strife.

A noble act won't go unrewarded
yes, I believe it's true.
A good deed done to others
will come right back to you.

Having showed the right path
to one who lost his way;
No wonder, at life's lonesome trail
someone offered you company.

The hand that you extended
to someone in distress;
Shall someday hold the beacon -
the light of happiness.

The heart that you have opened
to an abandoned soul;
Shall one day be the portal
for blessings, great and small!

Love: as I see it.

2010-04-28T04:03:00.002-07:00

"Life is way too short to go through if filled with hate." This came from a blog I've read a month ago, today. I could only agree.

Indeed, hate would only bring a life of misery and regret. Physically, a hate-filled individual is prone to suffer some pain or illness, and even death. Isn't it true that many suffer from heart attack following a fit of rage, when hatred can no longer be contained? And how about those who due to so much hatred do things during some blinding moments? Too late for regret!

So it would do well for one to fill his or her life up with love and enjoy every bit of his or her existence. Well, as love, like life, is a wide-ranging matter, any attempt at defining it, therefore, would only be found wanting, hence, incomplete.

Again, following that line, here is love the way I see it......

WHAT IS LOVE?

Love is sharing
not just a portion of your heart;
But giving yourself to others
in whole and not in part.

Love is staying alongside
dear ones in distress -
giving them a ray of hope
when life's shrouded in mist.

Love is being happy,
when friends do have success;
And feeling sad for them,
when life's becomes a mess.

Love is keeping touch
with old folks who live far -
as though they're near, just next door
or may be reached by car.

Love is making room also,
for faults and shortcomings;
Knowing many have gone astray
when no one cared to listen.

Love is laying down one's life
for dear ones if need be;
As what the Lord did once for us
for all eternity.

Life: the way I see it.

2010-04-28T04:03:00.001-07:00

A month ago, today, I came upon a blog with the above title. The heading was rather catchy and I found myself drawn to it, in no time at all. Well, the post was more of the author's ramblings or musings, or any way one would call it. In fact, there was never an attempt on his part to define life.

Anyway, I would not say there was not much to it for it could really be what the writer wanted - just to give a rundown of his day-to-day existence, for his own personal log or journal that he could go back to when he feels like reviewing or rereading it. And that, to him is life. Hence, the way he sees it.

Of course, everyone will agree that life is a very complicated matter - ranging from the philosophical, literary, religious, as well as other planes. Any definition, therefore, would always be found wanting. Would always not be complete. Thus, following that line, I thought of one. So here is my.....

LIFE: A SONG, A PRAYER

Think about life.
You have a song, a prayer -
hauntingly beautiful
with the harp or a lyre.

Talk about life.
You hear a melody of a thousand voices -
echoing far and wide
love, hope and faith, joy and sadness.

The piercing cry of a babe at dawning -
a lovely tune to welcome the day.
The silent tears of an old man in the gloaming -
a hallowed whisper, a praise to the Almighty.

A song or a prayer -
life is what we make it.
Sang to its highest note: vibrant;
at its lowest octave: melancholic.

"Thank Thee Lord for a life well-spent,
a life made whole by Thy love.
May Thou accept my humble present -
may my songs and prayers reach Thee in heaven, above!"

Yes, God's blessings never run dry.

2010-04-28T04:01:00.000-07:00

"Choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives. Be grateful instead for the abundance that is present," my father told us once. We were nine children in the family. We lived on the meager pension that my father received from the US Veterans Administration. We augmented it with the produce of our vegetable farm that we deliver to the market everyday, though. Barely enough for our daily needs. At least, we never skipped a single meal.

Taking to heart, my father's advice, was like experiencing heaven on earth.

Suddenly, planting tomato, harvesting the produce, and bringing the merchandise on foot to where the main road where the bus that transported men and goods to the city would pass by, were just child play. We could even hum a tune along the way, to and fro.

And that was long ago. But I am still reaping the reward of those few words of wisdom. God's blessings indeed never run dry.

In parting, I'd like to share with you a poem that I wrote more than a decade ago. Here is.....

GOD'S BLESSINGS NEVER RUN DRY!

God's blessings never run dry
like an ever-flowing river
cascading down the mountainside
with pure, crystal-clear water.

Each day from the break of morn
as soon as the sun is up;
The world is bathed in sunlight
that's good for man and crop.

The rain that sometimes fall in torrents -
that floods low-lying places,
is but God's way of filling up
great oceans, seas, and lakes.

The man who walks uprightly
and vows to obey God's ways;
In life is assured of His love,
guidance and providential grace.

Such man is likened to a tree
that grows by the riverbank:
a rich-green canopy, fruit-laden,
with sturdy boughs and trunk.

He has not cause for worry,
now we know the reason why;
In him is but fulfilled:
God's blessings never run dry!

When caught in a storm at sea....

2010-04-06T01:42:00.000-07:00

Re-reading my blog yesterday, I felt a need to follow it up with another. In the literal sense, yes, the sea is many things to many. Vast and definitely unstable, no wonder it is greatly feared by many, if not all. Caught in the middle of a tempest, huge ocean liners are no match to the sea's formidable force. Just like paper sailboats. In other words...just toys. Remember the Titanic?

Well, we do not know what the future has in store for us. Life is a mystery of sort. For some unknown reasons we may just find ourselves at sea, literally and figuratively. And the boat we are in....being tossed to and fro by the wind. When that happens....

WHICHEVER WAY THE WIND BLOWS

Whichever way the wind blows
hold on to the mast;
Lift your spirit high and soaring,
let it not be crushed.

Do not let your heart be daunted
by the waves (like charging bulls);
Soon you'll see them all scamper
like a bunch of frothing fools.

Do not let your soul be dampened
by the spray of swirling mist;
Cut your way out through its thickness,
think of life that's full of zest.

Don't give up, just keep on rowing
though the storm may rage for days;
Winds of hope will soon come blowing,
paving for the sun's warm rays.

Whichever way the wind blows
don't give in to despair;
Learn to face all kinds of weather,
learn to take in life's fair share.

The sea.....what is it?

2010-04-06T01:36:00.000-07:00

I once read: "Man has come a long way toward accommodating the sea and for compensating for the hardships of dwelling either near or on it, but, it can never be trusted. The sea turns without regard for our humanity. That is its nature and it may never, no matter how much we feel we have tamed, befriended or become one with it, be trusted. The sea can never be tamed. When once we feel we have come to that place, we are not far from some doom."

I can only agree. Although I know how to swim, on my own I will not survive a sea-mishap. I am prone to having cramps. Of course if He does not want me to go yet, a driftwood could come along.

In parting, this I have to say about .....

THE SEA

The sea is many things to many
An immense desert
that puts the heart on edge
at every jolt and start.

A high mountain
that's capped with froth
that dashes man's hope,
his boat or both.

A moving mantle
that churns and turns
and stifles cries
with scorn.

A crystal mirror
where stars are captured
that makes some simple souls
enraptured.

A womb
or tomb -
pulsates with life
but engulfs some in gloom.

The sea indeed is many things
to every man on earth:
a playground, an arena
where man, a piece of dirt.

Watch your words...

2010-04-06T01:35:00.001-07:00

How many eyes have literally lit up upon hearing words of encouragement? Suddenly, the world becomes bright and sunny. The air, filled with beautiful music. And birds are simply chirping happy tunes.
One needs to reckon the opposite, though. For how many have been drawn to despair....to lose courage and totally given up hope, having been told nothing more can be done to remedy the situation?
We ought to be careful with our words then.
Well, if you are not familiar with the Bee Gees, a singing brothers (a trio) that first gained international fame in the late 60's, I am introducing them to you via .....

WORDS

Smile an everlasting smile
A smile could bring you near to me
Don't ever let me find you gone
'Cause that would bring a tear to me

This world has lost its glory
Let's start a brand new story now my love
Right now there'll be no other time
And I can show you how my love

Talk in everlasting words
And dedicate them all to me
And I will give you all my life
I'm here if you should call to me

You think that I don't even mean
A single word I say
It's only words, and words are all I have
To take your heart away

You think that I don't even mean
A single word I say
It's only words, and words are all I have
To take your heart away

It's only words, and words are all I have
To take your heart away.

Believing in what one can do.

2010-04-06T01:34:00.001-07:00

From Sam Walton I learned the following: "If people believe in themselves, it's amazing what they can accomplish." To me this is positive thinking or discipline at its best. People may not realize it, but if we think we can, then we really can. Isn't it how man was able to go to the moon and walk on its cratered surface? Yes, a lot have conquered great heights because they believed they could do so.

To celebrate man's success, whatever and however it may be, I have here.....

TILL VICTORY COMES SHINING!

People who are born fighters
do not easily give up;
When the odds are much to great
they just smile, but they won't stop.

Life to them is one big challenge -
a quitter cannot hope to win;
Armed with faith they march undaunted
even though the chance is slim.

Fear of foe, they know not any
in fulfilling noble tasks;
Midst all dangers, tribulations
never would they turn their backs.

Workers in the Lord's vineyard ought
to be fighters - uncomplaining;
Midst all trials and temptations -
in His promise, ever trusting.

Worn with age and ill in body,
they will go on with their quest;
Until victory comes shining,
they will never, never rest.

You can also be a fighter -
winning battles all the way;
Just hold on to God's rich wisdom
ever watchful, never ceasing to pray.

What makes for a better life?

2010-04-06T01:33:00.000-07:00

In one of my doctoral classes, an old professor of mine said: "No matter what your position in life, you have the opportunity to be a powerful influence on the lives of other people." This raced me back to a time in my youth when I used to argue with someone whom I call "the boy who was old for his age."

One time, I commented on the new clothes he was wearing that his mother bought as a birthday present. Definitely, I was seething with envy, though I did not show it, or so I thought. The "boy who was old for his age" replied, "What is important is that you have something decent to wear." "Oh, but you also have a pair of new shoes, while I just have what I inherited from my older brother who in turn got them from our eldest," I blurted with a voice truly filled with envy. He looked at me and casually said: "Wait till you see a boy with no feet."

That was the last of our little-boys' talks.

In memory of that once-upon-a-time school mate of mine (I do not know where he is now), I have here my.....

WHAT MAKES FOR A BETTER LIFE?

What makes for a better life?
A beautiful house, a luxury car?
Not if it makes you an unreachable star!

What makes for a better life?
Glittering jewels, a fat bank account?
Not if it makes you tactless and blunt!

What makes for a better life?
A fruit-laden orchard, a huge tract of land?
Not if it makes you odious, no one can stand!

A home that's happy, cozy and warm;
Makes for a wonderful life -
one filled with charm!

A home where joy and laughter abound;
Makes for a life that's lovely -
sunny, and grand!

Better is the life where peace resides,
with healthy children, beautiful and bright;
A simple meal is a sumptuous feast
for the rich and poor, alike.

Better is the life where love reigns true -
where happiness permeates the air;
Where a palm-thatched hut is truly a home
while a loveless mansion - a lion's lair.

What makes for a better life, then?
Things of fancy, things that glow?
Not if it turns the heart into a stone
unmindful of the morning dew!

Before it's too late.

2010-04-06T01:29:00.000-07:00

I learned this from a friend: "If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself you should say: 'He obviously does not know me very well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned.'" I could only agree as I see the wisdom. Yes, instead of confronting the individual, it would do us no harm if we take the issue lightly. In time, it will die down - a natural death. Otherwise, it would just be like fueling more to a fire.

Another thing is, it is true that we all have faults - not just one, but many - whether we accept it or don't. Instead, we could do well by reading through what is being said about us and see what can be done to change, to improve, or even just shrug off our shoulders should we find the issue not worth our time.

One thing is sure though: we cannot please everybody. But if all are saying the same thing about us, especially if it's negative, I suppose it's time to slow down a bit, contemplate, and make some amends, before it's too late.

In parting, I would like to share with you my.....

A VOICE FROM THE EDGE

Where are you, friends of my youth -
Why have you forsaken me?
Isn't that through thick and thin
You vowed, with me you'll stay?

Ah! Through good times, I traveled
Alone to place - far, uncharted;
Not caring for what lies beyond
Of man and might, unafraid.

Wantonly, I explored the meadows
Sipping nectar, sniffing scents;
Not discerning they were poison
Draining life of vim and strength.

With blurring vision, I sauntered on
Aimlessly heading for the cliff;
Were it not for God's loving arms
Would have fallen - cold and stiff.

Now, looking down the gaping ravine
Holding on to matted twigs;
Could not help feeling tired, but sober -
A repentant voice from the edge.

On weathering life's storms.

2010-04-06T01:28:00.001-07:00

Yes, life's journey is fraught with trials. We must not be daunted, though. We ought to remember that we are not the only ones who are undergoing the same. Others in fact may have gone through more harrowing experiences. It should be comforting to know that many came out unscathed. With nary a bruise. And they could even talk about what happened to them with much ease - with no pain, whatsoever.

Anyway, if at the moment we are dealing with a difficult situation and find it hard to face it single-handed, we can feel free to share it with another and have him share his experiences with us, too. We may not realize it, but there is genuine solace in the shared experiences of others. Truth is, learning to carry each other can help us get through life's toughest times. Another thing: let us learn and do our best to weather life's storms.

Before I go, I would like to share with you .....

WEATHERING LIFE'S STORMS

Fear not the scorn of men -
look straight into their eyes;
Let him who has not erred among them
be first to cast a stone with all his might!

Fear not to face the consequence
of deeds you've done in haste;
Admitting faults and changing ways
will put your mind to rest!

Fear not night's darkest hour -
it wouldn't last for long;
After the stroke of midnight
dawn will follow soon!

Should there be fear in your heart -
let it be the fear of the Lord;
Whose word is alive and active,
sharper than any two-edged sword!

"Heavenly Father, hear now my prayer
on this early 31st of March morn..
May You grant me hope and strength
to bear sorrows, to weather life's storms."

On getting the best from one's self.

2010-04-06T01:27:00.000-07:00

"You are the conductor of your own attitude! Nobody else can compose your thoughts for you." This came from my professor in Organizational Development. Whether it was his own or he got it from someone else, matters not anymore. And I do not have a way of knowing as my professor has long been gone - two years after I took the subject under him.

Anyway, lately I came upon the same quote from Lee J. Colan from the book Orchestrating Attitude: Getting the Best from Yourself and Others. It really came as a surprise because it was in 1998 when I first heard it. Now, it's 2010. I suppose leadership principles have long been in existence and are but given a voice or a new application by new management gurus who find them appropriate for their purpose or much to their liking.

In effect what my professor was saying was that a person must be responsible for his action. And I could only agree for in the first place no one knows what his moves are except the person himself. Unless he is a 'yes man' it is but natural for one to think or weigh things over before commencing action. Then, at your own comfortable pace, inch your way forward or upward as the case may be.

By way of cautioning you though, here is my.....

AS YOU REACH THE TOP

I think I ought to tell you
the world is a school of sort -
which offers everyone a chance
to learn anything that's worth.

A lot of doors are open wide
that anyone can choose -
but then you must be careful
for there is much to lose.

A lot of things are offered, too
at times free for the taking -
beware, keep watch, look
for any trap in the making!

You're free to follow your own course
but there's no harm in asking --
a sound advice, or wisdom
lift's high one's spirit -- soaring!

Atop the ladder of success
learn to look back whence you came --
search for landmarks, else you'll get lost
when you touch ground again.

Remind yourself every now and then,
the air we breathe is still the same!

Let love not hate reign.

2010-04-06T01:26:00.000-07:00

Ours is but a small world and chances are we shall be hobnobbing with each other along the byways and highways of life if not now, in the near future.

As it is, the world is full of strife. People are bickering with one another. It would do us no good to join the fray. Truth is, Iraq is already torn apart. Afghanistan, tired and weary. People, the world over are groaning and moaning with pain brought about by both man-made and natural calamities. Haiti. Chile. Samoa. Philippines. Oh, their number could go on. At the height of a calamity, didn't we see people fighting each other for a bag of rice, a bottle of water, or a piece of cloth?

But would it not be nice to dream of a world where people get along well with each other? Couldn't we learn to get along? Must we go down to the level of the animals fighting for survival? Would it not be better if love and not hate should reign in the world?

Before I leave, I'd like to share with you Max Ehrmann's .....

THE HATE AND THE LOVE OF THE WORLD

I have seen men binding their brothers in chains, and crafty
traders reaching for the bread that women and children
lifted to their mouths;
I have seen suffering go unaided.
I have heard the iron din of war, and have seen the waxen
face of early death;
And I have cried in my heart, "The world is hate!"

I have heard birds calling their mates in the still forests,
and insects chirping to their loves in the tangled grass
of meadows;
I have seen mothers caressing their babes, and aged men
supporting with devotion the slow steps of stooping
women;
I have seen cheerful hearthstones surrounded by laughing
children and strong men and happy women;
I have heard the tender words of lovers in the pure passion
of youth;
And I have cried in my heart, "The world is love!"

On ways of spreading light.

2010-04-06T01:23:00.001-07:00

I've read this a few weeks back, four to be exact: "There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it." Well, with the former, light is evenly distributed. With the latter, it is uni-directional.

Anyway, whichever it is, what is important is that we are able to share light with whomever is reached by us - that we did not keep it to ourselves. Others could remember us for that, just like the good deeds that we have done to others.

In parting, I would like to share with you a poem I wrote nearly fourteen years ago. Here is.....

ALL THAT'S GOOD

Good things come to those who wait --
a fitting reward for patience;
A light pat on the shoulder is just great
-- a prize for humble obedience.

Good deeds done no matter how small --
shall never be forgotten;
It may take time for others to notice
-- the wait is worth times ten.

Good thoughts springing from a noble heart --
is worthier than gold;
For whence they came exudes with warmth
-- an ore is stony cold.

On life's shining moment.

2010-04-06T01:20:00.000-07:00

On these tough and trying times, it is really difficult to get through just by ourselves. We need significant others to be able to get by. Either we carry each other, including our burdens or loads, or give each other a push or a pull, depending on where we are positioned in relation to one another.

As we travel along, we may find it very practical and helpful to go hand-in-hand. When one of us falls, the other could offer to lift us up. When one of us gets tired or even sick, the other could stay along to serve as crutches as we inch our way, albeit, slowly, or nourish us back to health to be able to go on with our journey.

Anyway, our life journey may really have been arduous and hazardous, but surely no one can deny there are what we can call as .....

LIFE'S SHINING MOMENTS

In the course of our journey
starting from birth,
there are occasions for sorrow
and moments of mirth.
Sighs are hear, tears are shed
during great disappointments;
Faces glow, eyes sparkle at life's
shining moments.

The road to success
is often times laden -
with trials, tests of courage, and
things foreboding;
Sometimes we pass
through tunnels of torments -
coming out unscathed is one of
life's shining moments!

Looking back the way we came,
we either smile, frown, or grin;
Having traveled thus far
we remember neither ease or pain.
We could only utter a prayer -
sing a song of praise, not lament;
Having reached the end line,
needs not erase life's shining moment!

Countdown to hope and change.

2010-03-26T01:22:00.000-07:00

There's just so much woes and throes in the world that it is but natural to hope for a change. Humanity has long been wallowing in the mire that there really is a need for a countdown. And for those who hesitate .....who tarry awhile, I say.....

WHILE ITS STILL DAYLIGHT

Wake up young men, wake up!
A brand-new day is dawning.
The oxen are ready to harness,
the wide wheat field is waiting.

Look toward the horizon, young men.
Don't you see it's flaming red?
The sun shall soon spread its rays
to rouse late sleepers from bed.

Now get behind the plow, young men.
Look straightway ahead.
Learn not to whine or grumble
but to love your work instead.

You may find the task too big
for your puny arms to take.
If you start early, soon you'll see
the fruits of toil - yours to keep.

Time flies fast and waits for no man -
before we know it, oh! it's gone.
Evening shadows stealthily fall, so
while it's daylight get things done.

In the big picture of things.

2010-03-26T00:25:00.000-07:00

"when you stop
and realize how
truly insignificant you are
it is then
you start to accept
grow
learn

and become the person

you can love
because hardly anyone else does."

This brings back a poem I wrote more than a decade ago that I want to share with you. Here's my .....

THUS SPEAKS THE DUST

We are the children of the dust.
Like our forebears, here we stay
trodden under foot for centuries -
by men, both shackled and free.

Judge us not for what we're worth -
there's more to us than meets the eye;
A speck, a dot is more than enough
to make hardened mortals wince and cry.

Measure not the extent of our domain,
you'd be surprised to see;
We sit on thrones in great palaces
like any royal majesty.

Unnoticed, we pile-up high o'er shelves
and nooks that do not matter;
Swept out of doors we never cease -
for again we're left to scatter.

Yes, we thrive to remind one and all -
both famous and unknown:
That man indeed is from the dust
and unto dust shall he return.

My finest hour!

2010-03-24T03:35:00.000-07:00

"There comes a special moment in everyone's life, a moment for which that person was born. That special opportunity, when he seizes it, will fulfill his mission - a mission for which he is uniquely qualified. In that moment, he finds greatness. It is his finest hour."

I am sharing this quote from Winston Churchill not in connection with moments that define excellent leaders but on a personal note. On a plane that, in fact, directly levels with the heart. Truly so, for today, the 24th of March, my wife and I are celebrating our 29th year of marital bliss.

Being blessed with three lovely daughters, I cannot ask for more. Yes, and also because though my wife is already 53 and I am 57, yet the feeling is just as when we were young. As when we were but starting life together. More so, because God has always made His presence to be felt in our lives. Of course, during the last 29 years there were ups and downs, but I believe the downs had been few. And even during those 'low' moments, He would always come to lift us up so we won't hit rock-bottom.

Going back to that moment when we exchanged "I do's," to date, it is my finest hour. Precisely, for then did I find greatness - the fulfillment of a dream, a mission that, before, I thought I was not qualified and capable of fulfilling. But God willed it. And I said, "Thy will be done."

To celebrate this, my finest hour, I have a poem which I heartily dedicate to my loving and beauteous wife, Luvy. Here now is...

AS WE GO THROUGH LIFE TOGETHER

Today, I thank the Father Almighty
for giving you to me;
So now I walk alone no more -
for you keep me company.

For two decades and nine years now -
through waters, high and low;
We vow to abide by His will -
to watch our love grow and glow.

Yes, there are times when sunny days
are nowhere to be seen;
Your whisper - the gentle breeze
that drives away the rain.

'Tis true at times our boat is rocked
by angry waves at sea;
Your smile - the balm that soothes the pain
banishing fear away.

And when the sun is shining bright
across the wide blue sky;
Your voice - a calming note of caution
lest I should fly too high.

"Beware! Beware!"
I often hear you speak;
"Of snares and dungeons,
lest soul and body break!"

Grateful and glad, to you I say:
"Thank you so much my heart's sweet;
Together we'll go on with our journey -
till these, our lives, shall rest!"

HAPPY 29TH ANNIVERSARY, SWEETHEART!

The place you carry inside you forever.

2010-03-22T22:15:00.000-07:00

Home (my childhood home, that is) would always be a part of the past. And whether one agrees with me or not.....

THE PAST IS ANOTHER COUNTRY

Into the hazy mist of Time
I peered and searched in vain;
For old but happy memories
Of youth - frolicking in the rain.

Ah! But the Past is another country -
An unfamiliar place;
Where dreams are but gossamer threads
And hope, a wispy trace.

Then - young and carefree, unsuspecting
In pursuit of wordly Fame,
Little did I realize
It will cause me grief and shame.

Greatly pained, bruised and weary
I sought an island-home to rest;
In a sanctuary by the sea
Where swallows build their nests.

On the palm-fringed beach one morning
While walking, I did learn:
Windswept sand and wave-tossed shells
Sun-caressed, shine and gleam.

"Lord, now I feel Your loving touch
In all thay You've done for me;
So here I vow to forget the past
For the Past is another country!"

In for a bumpy ride.

2010-03-22T01:13:00.000-07:00

Life's journey is not always smooth. Times are when we find ourselves traveling along a bumpy road. "Sometimes it is indeed a bumpy, muddy road," windupherskirt adds.

This reminds me of a poem I wrote more than a decade ago. Care to read? Here is.....

WHEREVER THE ROAD TAKES YOU

Wherever the road takes you,
you ought to remember:
Things are not always as you hope for,
life isn't always fine weather.

The days are not always sunny
for clouds often times gather;
Just when you expect bountiful harvest,
what you get is much, much leaner.

Oft times the sea is deceptively calm
as a gale brews into a squall;
But if it's not time to hit rock-bottom,
there'll be a sudden lull.

Today, you may be on a bumpy road -
no reason to despair;
Move on, who knows,
ahead lies a well-paved thoroughfare.

Wherever the road takes you,
there's no cause for alarm;
Just reach out to the Father
Who extends His loving arm.

Well, although not hoping to win, I entered this poem in the 1997 North American Poetry Contest. Soon I received a letter telling me that my poem was a finalist and will be included in the anthology "Beyond the Horizon" published by The National Library of Poetry, Owing Mills, Maryland, USA.

Later, I found out that all entries were finalists and included in the anthology. It really was frustrating. But, thinking about it now, I could only smile and say, "Oh, I was then on a bumpy road."

Just one of those.....stories.

2010-03-22T01:12:00.000-07:00

Each of us has his own story to tell. What is important though is that we find someone who is willing to listen. Otherwise we will just be talking to the wind.

Well, Dwight Lyman Moody has a story for us. Care to listen? Here is.....

THE PENDULUM

There was once a pendulum waiting to be fixed on a new clock. It began to calculate how long it would be before the big wheels were worn out and its work was done. It would be expected to tick night and day, so many times a minute, sixty times that every hour, and twenty-four times that every day and three hundred and sixty-five times that every year. It was awful! Quite a row of figures, enough to stagger you! But the clockmaster encouraged it. "You can do one tick at a time?" he said. "Oh, yes," the pendulum could do that. "Well," he said, "that is all that will be required of you." So the pendulum went to work, steadily ticking, one tick at a time, and it is ticking yet, quite cheerfully.

What an early morning walk can do.

2010-03-22T01:09:00.000-07:00

"The hallmark of a well-managed organization is not the absence of problems, but whether or not problems are effectively resolved." I got it from Steve Ventura in one of the Walk The Talk series being offered via the Internet.

Well, it really was nothing new. Having manned different groups since my high school days, and having men under my charge now in my line of work, problems have always been a part of my everyday existence. But I do let them run me over. Rather, I see to it that at the end of the day, they are lessened if not altogether given solutions.

I know that worrying about the problems would only aggravate the situation, clog my mind, and affect my disposition and any decision that I may make. Taking the principle of least resistance, I try to tackle the problems one by one, starting from the simplest or the easiest.

One thing more, as soon as I get out of the work area, I leave my worries behind and head home with a happy heart, to the waiting arms of my wife. Waking up early after a good night sleep, I eagerly prepare for the day, and to where I parked my car the night before (it's an open parking space) I do .....

AN EARLY MORNING WALK

An early morning walk
is good for the heart;
It stretches the leg muscles, too
and gives a truly fresh start.

An early morning walk
is good for the mind;
Making room for a new day
leaving the night behind.

An early morning walk
is good for the soul;
A time to contemplate,
to ponder on life's goal.

An early morning walk
is the moment to unload --
to shake off from our shoulders
the burdens of this world.

An early morning walk
is time to say a prayer --
to thank God of His blessings,
for making us feel better.

Sharing a life of fun.

2010-03-19T00:55:00.000-07:00

"A chip on the shoulder is too heavy a piece of baggage to carry through life." I don't remember where or from whom I got the quote, but it sure hit me and won't simply go away.

Yes, a baggage, no matter how light, when carried too long would later be felt by whomever is carrying it. What to do with it then? I would not say "discard it" for it may be too valuable a load to just be thrown away. Perhaps, "share it with someone else" would be more like it.

Well, it's nearly two months now since my nephew's wife passed away. I have not heard from him since, except that he now lives in his beloved wife's home province, and every week gets to visit their baby who is under his in-laws' care. I believe he is happy with the present set-up. For how long, I do not know.

Anyway, before I go, I have here my .....

SHARING A LIFE OF FUN

A house without a garden
is a lonely place -
Nowhere for butterflies to flutter,
for birds to build their nests.

A house without a garden
is a forlorn sight -
In passing, the early morning wind
can only heave a sigh.

A man, just like a house,
can indeed be lonely, too -
That's when the evening shadows fall
and he has no one to come home to.

Yes, a man, just like a house,
can be a forlorn sight -
When no one's there to hear his jokes
or laugh with him in pure delight.

A garden is to a house
as a family is to a man -
To brighten up the world
and share a life of fun.

The road to success.

2010-03-17T23:57:00.000-07:00

Definitely, we all define success in different ways. For many, success may include having a highly decorated career, owning the dream house, or living a life of luxury, say, dining in five star hotels, riding the latest in car, and many more. For others, it may involve being a devoted spouse and father/mother (not necessarily doting, though), or wholeheartedly serving others, say, in calamity-stricken areas or in truly depressed communities and find much joy in it.

Anyway, while our pathways to success may be different, I do believe that most of us would agree that true success is about being fulfilled in life. Well, though others may gain instantaneous success, for many it is not that easy.

Before I go, I share with you.....

THE ROAD TO SUCCESS

The road to success is often a rocky one;
To smooth it, can be anything but fun.
You look for ease, what do you find?
Back-breaking tasks, not that you mind.

Should you rest awhile, boulders pile up.
No time for tea, even for a cup;
For if you lose a minute or two,
a mountain of opportunities is lost from view.

Yes, there are times when friends come along,
lending a hand, singing a song;
True they can help lighten the load,
and the tune that they sing may brighten your road.

But after they're gone, you're left to yourself
asking whether they were much of a help;
True they have served a purpose or so,
but in the end you have no one but you.

Then, you suddenly remember the road is rock-strewn,
but success is at stake so you must go on;
Friends may have left, oh! you need not despair,
for you still have loved ones, and the Father Who cares!

(It's just my own opinion, and you may choose to disagree. Thanks for the visit and for reading through, though.)

Change is inevitable, indeed.

2010-03-16T20:44:00.001-07:00

Let's face it.....change is inevitable. Inevitable, however, does not mean that change is easy! But one needs not be afraid. Resources abound. Other works can provide some tips, cues, or patterns, for that matter. Help can also be had. A lot are very much eager to extend a hand. We must be willing to accept the offer, though.

What is saddening, however, is when a person thinks he knows better than anyone else, hence, does not need any assistance anymore. That he/she can no longer learn anything anymore from anyone. We must remember, we can only do so much. Not unless the project is too personal, and needing only your personal touch, that you cannot let others have a part in it. Even then, you can at least ask for an opinion. Or even a second one. Having weighed the merits, you can then proceed, but with much care.

And .....

BECAUSE YOU CARE

Because you care, each task will be much lighter,
Each burden so much easier to bear;
And each new morning's outlook better, brighter,
And each new day more blest, because you care.
Because you care, each joy will seem completer,
Each treasure doubly dear and true and rare;
And in my heart I'll always find it sweeter
To want the higher things, because you care.

Frank Crane

All said.......change indeed is inevitable!

Where comes your next good idea?

2010-03-16T20:43:00.001-07:00

I do not consider myself a good writer. In fact, my initiation into writing was rather informal. Truth is, I believe that I, too, have a lot to learn. So I told them I can only share from what little experience I have, and that would really not amount to anything at all.

Anyway, I asked them what their passion was, then go for it. I also suggested that they may go for everyday stuffs - as a starter. And that when an interesting thought comes along, they should let the mind toy on it a little, then allow their thoughts to flow as naturally as possible, as a river would.

Well, as I've said, I only have a little to share. So here is my.....

RAMBLING THOUGHTS

You'll never know, no, you won't
where your next good idea will come from:
the vast sky above, a verdant field,
the seashore, a swaying palm.

Up from nowhere,
silvery threads race --
With cupped hands,
man begs for grace.

Midst a mantle of green,
on a bright summer day --
With heads bobbing up and down,
little children dance and play.

By the seashore, in an old hut --
an old man sits and waits
for a son who went a sailing long ago
to another sandy beach.

Waves a roaring, gulls a soaring --
sea, both turbulent and calm;
By the seashore, uncomplaining --
gracefully sways a tree - an aging palm.

While the old man in the old hut
watches, unmindful of the setting sun.

Let them see you standing tall.

2010-03-16T20:40:00.000-07:00

"No coaching, please," the proctor announced, even as he distributes the examination booklets. "No coaching, please," he warns with a stern voice, as he heard some whispers at the far end of the auditorium where all the students from different sections were gathered to take the test.

The warning is perfectly all right during examinations. Not only would coaching disrupt the silence, but it will also defeat the very purpose of the test, which is to gauge the students' know-how or learning. It could greatly invalidate the outcome, and may even render it void and useless.

In real life, say, in the business world, coaching is perfectly all right. The truth is, it isn't an addition to a leader's job, but an integral part of it. Theory is different from practice. Two heads are better than one. Corporations have long found out that coaching elicits good results. A good leader, should therefore not hesitate to share his skills and knowledge with his wards or understudy. For the good of the company, a good leader should not be selfish of his weapon arsenal. And he should be keen on scouting a potential marksman. He should also provide for an atmosphere of camaraderie and teamwork.

Confident as he is, a good leader can move with ease among his subordinates, and stand tall among his peers.

Before I go, here is my.....

STANDING TALL!

Worry not of others -
not of what they'll say;
Let your bright ideas
see the light of day.

Speak! Rise up!
Let your voice be heard;
Time to break your silence -
to free your thoughts, indeed.

Walk a little farther.
Walk to center stage;
Leave behind your doubts,
come out of your cage.

Hold on to your rights,
learn to respect another's;
Find time to reflect on things,
hear the views of others.

And if you see the merits
or wisdom of what they say,
be quick to admit a mistake -
say, "Sorry," if need be.

By this you'll show the world
the meekness of your heart;
A noble sense of pride is yours -
it's due you from the start.

You may be small of stature -
oft times pushed to the wall;
But as you keep your dignity,
they'll see you standing tall!

For every morning that comes.

2010-03-16T20:39:00.001-07:00

These are the last two lines of my poem yesterday:

"Welcome the dawn with a happy smile,
utter a short prayer of praise."

As a follow-up, I want to share with you my.....

FOR EVERY MORNING THAT COMES

Varied is God's promise every morning,
that - we ought to understand;
Enough for us to feel His presence
and see His loving hand.

A dawn that's bright and rosy
foretells of a lovely day
when men do smile their happiest
and birds sing merrily.

A morn that's gray and cloudy
speaks not of dread and gloom;
Should clouds persist to shield the sun,
we're spared of a hot summer noon.

An early morning drizzle
is a truly welcome treat
for flowers and trees which for a time
were scourged by too much heat.

A morning of stormy weather
ought not to cause alarm
for God is just reminding us
to seek His caring arm.

We ought to learn to appreciate
all mornings of different sort.
A time will come when we no longer see
a morning for all its worth.

Varied is God's promise indeed
that awaits us when the night is gone.
We ought then to utter a prayer of thanks
for all mornings that come.

Living life with less fear.

2010-03-16T20:37:00.000-07:00

Richard Carlson, author of "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff," wrote the following, thus: Life with less fear is not only more rewarding and nourishing, but it's a lot more fun too! I could only agree. For how can one enjoy the fullness of life if he is hounded by and is cowering from fear.

There is nothing more rewarding than being able to go out and not be afraid of being mobbed, harassed, or pestered by anyone. The better for you to enjoy the sights along the way, and be able to return a smile thrown at you. That's where the nourishing part comes - eyes feeding on the scenery, and the heart sipping the juice of well-being extracted from the goodwill of humanity. You can even hum a lively tune....allowing for a fun-filled day, from sunup to sundown.

Before I go, I want to share with you my.....

OF SUNRISE AND SUNSET

You do not have to fear the sunset
though a gold-lit sky will soon grow dark;
For in the deepening twilight,
man finds rest for mind and heart.

Neither must you fear the sunrise
and the many challenges it brings;
For even in the grayest of mornings,
butterflies flutter, birds do sing.

Let dusk usher in a quiet evening
with loved one, in warm embrace;
Welcome the dawn with a happy smile,
utter a short prayer of praise.

In response to "Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow".

2010-03-16T19:50:00.000-07:00

Instead of writing an account covering a three-day span, I am sharing you a poem I penned more than a decade ago which deals on a wider time frame....the past, the present, and the future.

I hope you'll enjoy .....

TO THEE I'LL SING!

Looking back into the past,
what do I see?
A happy child, a budding dream -
a world of fantasy!

Oh! But one doesn't go on dreaming
of castles, knights, of meadows in bloom.
The hustles and bustles of humanity on the go
bring one back to the present with a boom!

The future with its challenges
who dares defy?
Men of learning, of wealth, and might
could only heave their shoulders and sigh!

Past, present, and future -
three measures of a lifetime.
Cherish the first, enjoy the second, lastly
with reverence, submit to a sublime design.

"Lord, unto Thy hands I commend myself.
As in the past, now I ask Thee for help.
Whatever the future to me may bring,
with hymns of praises to Thee I'll sing!"

Yes, I can only wait for tomorrow.

2010-03-10T19:42:00.001-08:00

I was tidying up for home when this quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson came up. "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense."

Though the quotation may already be more than a century old, its echoing message is still very much appropriate and timely. Proving to all and sundry that human nature is universal and ideas transcends space and time. In terms of thoughts, men of yore are no different than us, today.

Leaving office work behind, I happily head toward home to the waiting arms of my loving wife.

Regarding the Emerson quote, I remember a poem that I wrote more than a decade ago. Here is.....

I CAN ONLY WAIT FOR TOMORROW

I can only wait for tomorrow.
I dare not make it come too soon --
lest I would quickly banish from view
myriads of stars and a pale new moon.

I can only wait for tomorrow.
There is no need for me to hurry
or I would miss the lilting voice of a nightingale
warbling a lovely melody.

I can only wait for tomorrow.
An enchanting evening is not here to stay;
I'll savor the soothing freshness of a cool night air
while waiting for the break of day.

Life souvenirs....what happy memories are made of.

2010-03-10T19:41:00.001-08:00

Life souvenirs - little things that others call relics or mementos - abound. They could be in the attic, on a shelf, in a box, a wooden trunk, in the garage, tucked within the pages of a book, yes, practically everywhere. We treasured them once, then safe-kept them, not knowing when we would again have the time to look at them.

Finding one, when we least expect it, would always cause a tear or two to fall. Sad? On the contrary! Tears of joy, most likely.

In parting, I want to share with you a poem I wrote more than a decade ago. Here is my.....

WHAT ARE HAPPY MEMORIES MADE OF?

Just what are happy memories made of?

Surely, more than a faded photograph -

for where you see a hint of a smile,

you still could hear a hearty laugh.

Can a torn ticket to a concert bring

a happy memory? Yes, and even more!

For long after the curtain fell,

you still could hear: Encore! Encore!

Be-ribboned envelope smudged with ink -

what loving thoughts do lie within!

Indeed you cannot help but feel

the joy and laughter it once did bring.

What's a heart-shape stone doing

in a velvet-matted, glass-covered case?

A constant reminder of love's avowal -

a solemn promise, a life of bliss!

Why are those pairs of small slippers

lying in a cozy nursery room?

Waiting for the feet that once wore them?

Oh my! But how they've grown!

What then are happy memories made of?

No one could ever truly understand;

For when you start reminiscing joyful things,

tears slowly come trickling down!

Achieving success together.

2010-03-10T19:40:00.001-08:00

Jeff Warner of "Five Star Teamwork: How to Achieve Success Together!" fame said: We are not put on this earth for ourselves, but are placed here for each other. If you are always there for others, then in time of need, someone will be there for you. I could only agree. We may not realize it, but at different points in our lives we need significant others to pull through tight situations that we found ourselves in.

Terms such as cooperation, coordination, collaboration, yes, teamwork, have always been a part of existence. At first, there was our immediate family, then, our circle of friends and acquaintances, our work-a-day partners, and many more. What is important is that we know how to attune or synchronize our steps or move with that of others. We ought to help carry the burden with the rest of the group and not contribute to the load or the weight that everyone is saddled with. We should not keep things to ourselves, too. We must learn to share them with others as befitting a good team worker.

In parting, I have here a poem that I wrote more than a decade ago.

FOR OTHERS' SAKE

We do not live all by ourselves -
the world is ours to share
with others who have as much right
to walk o'er this land, to breathe its air.

We cannot be insensitive
or deaf to others' plea;
Imagine yourself immersed in sorrow
while others jump in glee.
Be there to wear a ready smile
when others wear a frown;
You'd be surprised how eyes sparkle
seeing a jewel on a crown.

No task is ever difficult
when done not just by you;
And for a job that's well complete
everyone gets a praise or two.
But when things do not come your way
or not as you expect;
Instead of blaming someone,
where you failed, try to reflect.

Instead of saying, "Go! Do this,
and that, and all;"
Say, "Please. Let's do it."
They'll see you walking tall.
When others have their share
of times so rough and stern;
A light pat on the shoulder
would show them your concern.

All these and even more
are wisdom from above;
When richly shared with others
you'll earn respect and love.

As even eagles need a push.

2010-03-10T19:39:00.000-08:00

Reading another of Zig Ziglar's book - "Even Eagles Need a Push: The Power of Encouragement" - I came upon the following: "You never know when one kind act, or one word of encouragement, can change a life forever." I suppose it was only pure coincidence that I was watching an hour earlier Animal Planet which featured a newly hatched eaglet. The television segment did a good job at documenting every phase of the eaglet's development from a hapless hatchling to a formidable bird of prey that was able to fend for itself. And there was that phase when it needed a push - an encouragement from the parents.

So much lessons learned. Precisely, for there are times in our life that things seem to be at a standstill. That we ourselves don't feel like moving at all - fearing we might step on the dangerous side of the stair. Afraid of falling, we eye everything around us with suspicion. Only when we are told to move do we budge, albeit slowly or tentatively. More push, then off we go.

"I'm merely testing the ground." "I don't know how deep the water is. I want to plunge with caution." Anyway, the sign at the railroad crossing says: Stop. Look. Listen.

In parting, I would like to share with you my.....

LOOKING AHEAD

Worry not of the future,
doors of opportuniy abound;
Put your best foot forward,
learn to look around.

Keep your eyes truly open,
chances are you'll see
nestlings learning how to fly,
stretch their wings, soar -- free!

Stand your ground with resolution,
never give in to despair;
Even when clouds ominously gather,
just think of fine weather.

Do not be afraid to venture,
even through uncharted land;
Chances are you'll come upon a gem
snugly tucked beneath the sand.

Look ahead to bright tomorrows,
do not thing of gloomy days;
Cast away the cold mist of sorrow,
thnk of the sun's warm, golden rays.

How well-lived is your life?

2010-03-10T19:38:00.000-08:00

This is a follow-up blog to yesterday. The spark came from Mac Anderson, from the book entitled 'The Dash: Making a Difference With Your Life.' I was especially drawn to the quotation which says "Find what makes your heart sing and create your own music." Simple, yet, thought-provoking.

I find a similar tone to yesterday's quote that calls one to live on purpose, to find what we love fiercely, to give all that we've got, then pass it on like a torch to those who follow.

Anyway, both quotations lift the heart up and make the spirit soar.

Truth is, all of us start life from birth, and end it when we shall have breathed our last. But where lies the difference? It's in the dash. The years in-between one's coming into this world and his going down to where his forebears have gone.

What did you make out of life? How did you spend your years on earth? Do you have something to share? Anything that shall allow others to remember you by? Were you able to find that which makes your heart sing that afford you the opportunity to create your own music?

When you shall have answered satisfactorily all these questions, then the dash, the span in-between, is not a void or a vacuum, but a truly meaningful existence. A life well-lived, so to speak.

Anyway, we cannot wait for good fortune to be thrown into our lap, so.....

DON'T WAIT FOR GOOD THINGS TO HAPPEN

Don't wait for good things to happen
Look for them if you must;
O'er mountains, glens and valleys -
don't just watch them spring from the dust.

Head off to the horizon when you feel like it.
Greet the new-born sun;
Wrap yourself in morning freshness -
leave behind night's frown.

Don't ever cry over spilled milk
or over an unrequited love;
Who knows, it may be what many call -
a disguised blessing from above.

Sigh not over a precious jewel
snugly lying at the ocean bed;
Why not let it silently sparkle
than see gold turn to lead?

Life may not be what you wish from the start.
Promises may be easily made, then broken;
Brood not. Move along. Mend your heart -
don't wait for good things to happen.

On pursuing one's purpose and passion.

2010-03-10T19:37:00.000-08:00

"Living on purpose requires us to find what we love fiercely, give it all we've got, and then pass it on, as if it were a torch, to those who follow." This came from Dawna Markova, from the book 'I Will Not Die an Unlived Life: Reclaiming Purpose and Passion.' This quote came via email and I found it very appropriate to my own situation.

Last month, the Dean of the School for Graduate Studies where I am enrolled in a doctorate program, asked me to re-format my dissertation proposal to conform to the standard of the school. I had to fight it out - my work is purely qualitative - and the many dissertations that I have read do not follow any set pattern. I pointed out to the Dean that unlike conventional, positivist research, there is no single accepted outline for a qualitative research proposal or report. Of course my introduction was a deviation from the usual 'problem and it's background' thing as I started with a quote, taken from my reflexive journal, in my desire to capture the reader's interest.

And I believe I succeeded in getting readers' interest as proven by the Dean's reaction. Anyway, I was very much confident in what I was doing as I had the full backing of my adviser and most of the panel members. They wanted me to push through with the work.

Going back to the above quotation, I remember another college professor who told me, sometime ago, that in doing research, one must find what his passion is, and go for it. The process is so tedious, that when one does not have the needed motivation, he might just stop in the middle of his inquiry. A total waste of time, effort, and resources.

Regarding my work, I made it clear to the panel, as well as to the staff at the School of Graduate Studies, that I would like to shift or deviate from the common paradigm that they have been advocating through the years. That I wanted to make good at it, "then pass it on, as if it were a torch, to those who follow."

I believe I shall be able to find takers of this torch.

Not that I would like to be belligerent or one that is opposed to established norms, rather, I am drawn to a poem I wrote more than a decade ago which says.....

JUST HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAM

Hold on to your dream,
do not let it go;
Soon a bright horizon
shall open up for you.

Hold on to your dream,
never give it up;
Tomorrow's yours to win, not lose -
light your face up!

Hold on to your dream,
keep it in your heart;
When you yield not to despair,
hope shall not depart.

Hold on to your dream,
drive it not away;
And the world that's bathed in darkness
shall see the light of day.

The climb uphill is tortuous,
the current is strong upstream;
In life's uncharted course, you need not fear -
just hold on to your dream.

As we take on a journey through life.

2010-03-10T19:31:00.000-08:00

Each of us has to make some decisions, in one way or another, as we journey through life. What makes it difficult for us to decide is when we do not know where we are going. There is that tendency in us to be afraid of the unknown. And when two roads are presented before us - one that is frequented by travelers, the other less-taken - many would opt for that which many have chosen for themselves. "Many have gone this way. Many have tried this, so this must be good." Well, they may be correct, but great possibilities await those who would venture on the less-frequented road.

In parting, I have here a poem to share with you.....

HE WHO TAKES THE PATH LESS-TRAVELED

He who takes the path less-traveled
I have but high respect;
As he heads off undaunted
not knowing what to expect.

The less-courageous may opt to waver
or even lose his heart;
And in one fleeting moment change his mind
wishing no more to start.

The unprepared may find excuses,
stalling for his time;
Asking, "Can any seasoned trav'ler take my place?
I'm not even in my prime."

The less-courageous, the unprepared -
taking the most-frequented way,
passing by familiar places -
have nothing much to say.

But he who takes the path less traveled -
regretting not a bit;
With 'ohs!' and 'ahs!' passes each canyon
and scales each mountain crest.

As we take on a journey through life.

2010-03-04T19:44:00.000-08:00

I found it appropriate to share with you a quote which came to me via email which says: On every journey you take, you are met with options. At every fork in the road, you make a choice. These are the decisions that shape your life. This quotation came from Mike DeWine and taken from the book Escape from Management Land: A Journey Every Team Wants Their Leader to Take. I found some strong parallels with the mention of fork in the road in both quotations, as well as in the use of fictitious places - Wonderland and Management Land.
Indeed, each of us has to make some decisions, in one way or another, as we journey through life. What makes it difficult for us to decide is when we do not know where we are going. There is that tendency in us to be afraid of the unknown. And when two roads are presented before us - one that is frequented by travelers, the other less-taken - many would opt for that which many have chosen for themselves. "Many have gone this way. Many have tried this, so this must be good." Well, they may be correct, but great possibilities await those who would venture on the less-frequented road.
In parting, I have here a poem to share with you.....

Be willing to listen.

2010-03-04T01:14:00.000-08:00

"In all things, be willing to listen to people around you. None of us is really smart enough to go it alone." I found this quotation from John Clandenin, from the book Lead Right: Every Leader's Straight-Talk Guide to Job Success interesting. Truth is I am at times guilty of doing the opposite. When I am focused on an idea that I believe is right, I hold on to it then move heaven and earth, so the idea gets accepted by everyone.

But it does not have to be that way. Fact is, we do not have monopoly of all of the bright ideas. Given the chance to voice out what they're thinking, each member of a team may really have something worthwhile to contribute or share. Sometimes they may even be better than our own.

We only have to listen to what others are saying. Try to digest everything that has been said and see how they jibe with our own ideas. Two heads, or even more, are better than one, so the saying goes. How we regret sometimes for not taking or giving merit to an idea, especially when it has not yet been tested - only to find said idea grabbed by another and made phenomenal.

"Oh but this is a tried formula. We cannot deviate from this. This is how we have been doing for decades. This is what we are going to do now."

End of a bright idea. Wasted potentials. Resources down the drain.

But must this happen? No. If we should only be willing to listen.

Anyway, would you be willing to take some .....

PRESCRIPTIONS FOR SUCCESS?

We aren't born with a silver spoon
or a matching silver fork;
To live in a hostile world
entails a lot of work.

We can't afford to wake up late
for school or for a job;
For it would cost us hard-earned points
or our bosses' precious nod.

We cannot risk to dilly-dally,
schedules are to be met;
When goods are not delivered on time,
tongue-lashing, we may get.

We can't be sleeping on a job, either
and feign to be ill or sick;
Lest we would be sent home for good
with nothing but our last paycheck.

Honesty and diligence:
virtues to possess -
coupled with patience and perseverance,
prescription for success.

Ensuring one and all,
a lifetime of happiness!

When life likes to beat you with a big stick.

2010-03-02T23:24:00.000-08:00

In life, we can expect anything to happen. The good, the bad, and the ugly. But hope is always there. And we can always pray.

Indeed, life is neither a bed of roses. Nor is it always fine weather. Yes, it is not always that you get a nice pat on your shoulder, times are when it is as if 'life likes to beat you with a big stick'.

Whatever life may bring us, we must always be ready to accept. Take the analogy of the rose. Roses are not just made of petals. Thorns also abound that make palms bleed. The weather? Even on a sunny morning you would be surprised to see clouds ominously gather and you are caught in a sudden downpour. And you could just imagine if you are in the middle of nowhere and no shelter in sight! So, the big stick? Sometimes it comes to jolt us out of our lethargy. It seems to say: Wake up! Get moving! Give yourself a good fight! Continue to the end!

Again, in everything, let hope guide every which way you go, and every which way you take. And don't forget to pray.

In parting, here is my.....

HOPE AT DAYBREAK

Deep into the night I cried,
My soul heavily laden.
Yearning a much-awaited promise,
Hoping to be forgiven.

Where have I gone wrong, O LORD -
Why is my life so wretched?
'Tis not what You designed for me, I know
To have my years go wasted.

Bur here I am in sheer abandon
Driven to despair;
No one beside me, nothing to cling on
Treading a lonesome road, so bare.

Ah! Now I remember,
I went too far into the world;
Unmindful of my loved ones
Unheeding of Your Word.

"LORD, it's not too late, I know;
Hearken to my plea - ease out my sorrow.
The night is cold but not for long,
As daybreak brings a newborn song!"

Welcoming the rain.

2010-03-02T23:23:00.000-08:00

A month ago, today, I was reading Michelle Redas' Welcome The Rain: Choosing to See Beyond Life's Storms. A truly uplifting piece. A reminder that all of us have been given the opportunity to choose our attitudes.

Of course the book does not in any way show that anyone will be able to avoid trials and tribulations in life, rather, it shows that all of us can decide whether these storms that we encounter can become debilitating or could help us to develop our potentials - the capability to rise up after having been blown down to the ground.

The author is simply saying that we could redefine or re-purpose scary and negative situations into something profoundly positive. That instead of ceasing to pursue our quest or dream, following failure, we should in fact continue our quest, for.....

HAPPY ARE THOSE WHO FOLLOW A DREAM!

Happy are those who follow a dream -
who never abandon a quest;
Should they continue to the end
they shall find a day of rest.

All their toil shall be rewarded,
this - they can be sure;
Then all the pains that they have suffered
shall be remembered, no more.

They can look bak to the old days,
still with some amount of pride;
Knowing they have none to be ashamed of
nor is there anything to hide.

They can only smile in silence
for some funny things in mind;
Which once make them feel awkward
as some cold eyes stared behind.

It is not at all surprising
should boulders block life's road;
They're part of what man goes through
as he journeys in this world.

But they ought not to stop us
from pursuing a set goal;
If we're bent on reaching the endline,
we should rise after each fall.

And as we stand unscathed by trials,
we may to the world proclaim:
Happy are those who cease not to hope,
and those who follow a dream!

As we travel along life's road.

2010-03-02T23:22:00.000-08:00

Times are when we feel like we are traveling all by ourselves along life's road. The truth is we are not alone. Only, we have become so engrossed with our own course that we become oblivious of other people who are on the same lane as we are.

Let's take our eyes off the pavement for a while and see how the person in front tripped over a stone jutting out of the ground which he failed to see. Time to change course. It would be detrimental to us if we will still head towards the jutting stone.

A little farther is a gaping hole. Did you see how that other fellow barely missed it? Knowing the hole is just away ahead, we need to step sideways to avoid it. We need to be observant of our surroundings. We cannot afford to fall into the ditch.

But of course there are those who move with caution - who make sure their feet step on solid ground. Take note of their strides, continue walking - be assured of smoothly reaching your destination.

We can learn from others - even from .....

THE BLIND MAN

I see a blind man every day
Go bravely down the street;
He walks as if the path were clear
Before his steady feet.
Save when he fumbles with his cane,
I almost feel he sees
The passers-by who smile at him,
The flowers and the trees.

He comes to corners where the crowd
Of traffic swirls about,
But when he hesitates, some hand
Will always help him out.
He crosses pavements fearlessly -
It is as if he knows
That there are unknown, watchful friends
Along the way he goes!

Sometimes we walk through unseen paths,
Sometimes the road ahead
Is shrouded in the mists of fear;
But we are being led
As surely as the blind man is ....
And, if we seem to sway,
A hand will find us in the dark
And guide us on our way.

Margaret E. Sangster

A good deed costs not much but means a lot.

2010-03-02T23:21:00.000-08:00

A smile, a 'thank you' note, a wave of the hand, a nod, or any gesture of acknowledgment would hardly cost us anything, but they could mean a lot.

Helping an old woman to cross the street safely will cost us only a few precious minutes, but this could endear us to her at least until she reaches her destination. She may even talk about it to her family in the morning at breakfast.

Looking after the baby while your wife is in the kitchen may cost you your favorite TV show, but this could translate to a sumptuous supper and a romantic evening. Not to mention a wonderful and rare opportunity for bonding with your kids!

We may not give a handsome tip to the bagger who assisted with the groceries but thanking him could send him to eagerly wait at the customer who's next in line at the cashier's booth.

There are indeed myriad of little things that we can do - good deeds that would cost us practically nothing but give much benefits, say, make us and others smile, or even laugh a little. Just like .....

SUNSHINE AND MUSIC

A laugh is just like sunshine.
It freshens all the day,
It tips the peak of life with light,
And drives the clouds away.
The soul grows glad that hears it
And feels its courage strong.
A laugh is just like sunshine
For cheering folks along.

A laugh is just like music,
It lingers in the heart,
And where its melody is heard
The ills of life depart;
And happy thoughts come crowding
Its joyful notes to greet:
A laugh is just like music
For making living sweet.

Author Unknown

A compliment can go a long, long way.

2010-03-02T23:20:00.000-08:00

Tell a child how cute she is and she'd smile her sweetest. Tell your wife how her new hairdo even makes her lovelier, chances are, a romantic evening is in store for you.

A compliment can indeed go a long way. It may just be what one needs to make a difficult task relatively easy, and the workload unnoticeably light. We may not be aware of it, but a warm remark at the start of the day has a way of setting a pleasant mood which is quite infectious.

The guard at the gate becomes even more alert and courteous, the receptionist - engagingly bright, and the janitor - uncomplaining, as he alternates between mopping the floor and running some errands.

A compliment can really go a long way. If you are not in the habit of giving one, it's not yet late to start. See, how different your world shall become.

In parting I'd like you to read with me a poem that I found analogous to a compliment that goes a long, long way. Here is James W. Foley's

DROP A PEBBLE IN THE WATER

Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you forget;
But there's gladness still a-swelling, and there's joy a-circling yet,
And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.

Because paths cross....

2010-03-02T23:19:00.000-08:00

Because paths cross and lanes merge, you will never know when and where you will meet again the very same people you meet on the highways and byways of your life. If only for that, you must be kind to them.

You will never know where you shall be on a particular future time or period of your life. You may move to another place, but there is no telling whether your neighbor now will not also move to where you shall be then. If only for that, be kind to your neighbor.

Time has a way of bringing back people who have long parted ways. At times the reunion is so sudden that there is no way by which any of the parties could retreat or draw back. If only for this, you must be good and kind to any of your acquaintances today so that when you meet him or her sometime in the future, there is warmth, or a touch of nostalgia.

Your friend and neighbor, yes, him who walked with you once, deserves .....

SEEDS OF KINDNESS

If you have a friend worth loving,
Love him. Yes, and let him know
That you love him, ere life's evening
Tinge his brow with sunset glow.
Why should good words ne'er be said
Of a friend - till he is dead?

If you hear a song that thrills you,
Sung by any child of song,
Praise it. Do not let the singer
Wait deserved praises long.
Why should one who thrills your heart
Lack the joy you may impart?

If you hear a prayer that moves you
By its humble, pleading tone,
Join it. Do not let the seeker
Bow before His God alone.
Why should not your brother share
The strength of "two or three" in prayer?

If you see the hot tears falling
From a brother's weeping eyes
Share them. And by kindly sharing
Own your kinship in the skies.
Why should anyone be glad
When another's heart is sad?

If a silvery laugh goes rippling
Through the sunshine on his face,
Share it. 'Tis the wise man's saying -
For both grief and joy a place.
There's health and goodness in the mirth
In which an honest laugh has birth.

If your work is made more easy
By a friendly, helping hand,
Say so. Speak out brave and truly
Ere the darkness veil the land.
Should a fellow worker near
Falter for a word of cheer?

Scatter thus your seeds of kindness
All enriching as you go -
Leave them. Trust the Harvest-giver;
He will make each seed to grow.
So until the happy end,
Your life shall never lack a friend.

Author Unknown

A kind word .... a message of hope.

2010-03-02T22:45:00.000-08:00

"You're a no-gooder!" "There's not much you can do to improve yourself!" "You're just wasting your time and so am I!" "I'm tired of telling you what to do, over and over again!"

These and other similar statements can all the more drag an individual down the drain.

Truth is, we can start life all over again. Not because we failed once, then that's it. We can no longer improve our lot.

On the contrary, we should never lose hope on anyone, say, a friend or a loved one. Not because he did not listen to any advice we gave, that we should already turn our backs on him. To do so would be to cut guidance. A much-needed hand.

We ought to ask ourselves, "Did we explore every avenue possible? Have we exhausted all means available to make him change? Are there no more ways to make him realize his mistakes? Have we been discreet or diplomatic enough in dealing with him?"

We may not realize it, but sometimes all that is needed to salvage the soul and mend the heart is a kind word and a message of hope and inspiration.

This time, why not say .....

Dream Big Dreams

Dream big dreams -
be not overwhelmed by them, though;
Clouds often take on grandiose shapes -
only to vanish from view.

Take your steps one at a time -
as you go up the ladder;
For every successful ascent you make -
pause to reflect ----to ponder.

There's more to life than meeting deadlines -
or making it to the top;
It takes a noble heart to let others -
walk abreast along life's path.

Don't be too in a hurry -
drop by drop, water fills the tub;
Take time for a morning kiss -
to them who care ----and whom you love.

When the water's calm and sailing's smooth -
don't be too lax or lazy;
If you don't keep tab of the ink -
the pen may soon be empty.

Some words of wisdom will do you good -
as you can't be all-knowing;
When things go rough, kneel down and pray -
remain within His keeping.

Dream big dreams.
Soar high if you must.
Learn to slow down a bit, though,
should you move on so fast.

On seizing the right moment.

2010-03-02T22:44:00.000-08:00

Often, it is said that opportunity knocks only once. If that were true, then seize the moment. Be aware of an opportunity when it presents itself. Spare yourself a lifetime of regret.

However, it is only a saying, for it does not mean that we have to blindly grab anything that comes our way. We need to weigh factors and see other options, otherwise we may end up blaming ourselves. And, that's a lifetime regret!

The fact is, opportunities abound. They are for the taking by anyone who knows an opportunity when he sees one. There is no need to hurry, though. Our future happiness will depend so much on any decision we make today. Think not only twice but many times over before we seize a moment.

Ask yourself as many questions as possible. Ask others for their opinions. Don't leave anything to chance. Consider the pros and cons....and the consequences.

Having arrived at a decision, seize the moment. Seize it rightly and make a world of difference!

ON MAKING A DIFFERENCE

Make a difference!
We pass this world but once.
A time-well spent, a life well-lived
is worth a second glance.

When others linger on their beds
savoring a good night dream;
Get up! Get dressed!
Gather stones upstream.

When others wait behind their doors
for good old Opportunity to knock;
Go out and head for the quay
where ships of Fortune dock.

When others are afraid to go -
not knowing what will happen;
Armed with Faith, with Hope, and Love
set forth .....let not your spirit dampen!

When other fret, and squirm, or tremble
as hearts are gripped by doubt;
Look toward Heaven ..... a silent prayer,
Oh! There's no need for your to shout.

When others try to outrun you
or beat you out of a race;
Give way. There's more to life than winning.
Are trophies worth a warm embrace?

Make a difference!
The Moment indeed is ripe.
Don't forget to keep track, though,
of the finer things in life!

The future comes one day at a time.

2010-03-02T22:42:00.000-08:00

The future comes one day at a time also. And as it comes live through the day. Enjoy what it has to offer, in a positive way.

Before bidding you goodbye as I retire for the night and in anticipation of the morrow, here is my.....

THE FUTURE COMES ONE DAY AT A TIME

The future comes one day at a time -
there's no need to hurry;
Today may not be yours, suit you just fine -
tomorrow's another story.

The future has much to offer -
that, never doubt;
So, don't take what belongs to another -
else, they'll call you a lout.

Wait for your turn, queue your way up the counter -
only when allowed, go past another;
Push not the one at the back or out front -
think of yourself when shoved to the ground.

Side-step a little, when others speed by -
instead of getting angry, just heave a sigh;
Go back to the line when the road is all clear -
lo! No bruise on your body, on your clothes, no tear.

The future comes one day at a time -
don't rush things up to happen;
Give yourself time for reflection -
take a little stroll in the garden.

Say goodbye to dark scars.

2010-03-02T22:41:00.001-08:00

This is a follow-up blog to yesterday. Since the two entries are related, I am not giving it a lengthy introduction.

Anyway, I have not seen or spoken with my nephew since the wake of his wife who passed away last month. His sad countenance is still vividly etched in my memory though. Well, time heals all wounds. Soon, only the scars shall remain. Some are dark, and may even be menacing. But the truth is, they cannot be as hurting as any freshly cut wound. So, we can just ignore them. Better still, bid goodbye to them. Hence ....

SAY GOODBYE TO DARK SCARS

Say goodbye to dark scars.
Leave the past behind.
Time to move forward -
time to ease your mind.

Why cling to yesterday,
when yesterday is gone?
You owe it to yourself -
you deserve not pain, but fun.

The wound has long been healed.
The ache is felt no more.
Clinging to yesterday -
will only cause some tears to fall.

The door has long been shut.
The curtains drawn together.
Turning the knob, to open -
will cause some dust to scatter.

The hallway now is empty.
Nary a soul in sight.
Stay away from the darkened room -
step into a new light.

Say goodbye to dark scars now.
Tarry not awhile.
See the beauty of things around you -
see in them God's smile.

Say goodbye to dark clouds.

2010-03-02T22:40:00.001-08:00

It's a month and a day since the wife of my nephew passed away. I was not able to attend the interment, but I did go to the wake to console my grieving nephew. His wife's remains was laid for viewing at the home of one of her aunts who took care of her when she was little. Whatever her last memory was, nobody knew of course (she breathed her last alone in the hospital room where she was rushed following a severe headache and chill; not even a nurse or doctor was around to attend to her last request, if there was any). Anyway, I seemed to see an emerging smile on her lips. Or was I just imagining? Well, I didn't want to think she spent her last moments in agony.

As to the husband (my nephew), I believe he is old enough to brave life's storms. I could not even tell him "I know what you feel" as a way to console him. Or could I say, "Don't you worry. She's just resting." It may not sink into his grieving mind. The least that I could say was "You can make it. We'll pray for you." Perhaps I was also just imagining, but I seemed to see a smile emerging from his lips. Whether it was his way of thanking me, or he suddenly remembered a happy moment spent with his wife, I would not know.

Their four-month old baby? Oh, a picture of innocence! Sleeping inside a mosquito net, she was oblivious of what was happening around her. I do not know if she would be spared the pain of growing up without a mother, but I am sure relatives would provide her the love and care that she so needs as she breezes through life. Did I also imagine seeing her smile? Does a four-month old baby smile? I am sure they do. I offered a short prayer of thanks and wished her a bright future.

To my nephew, here's my poem.....

SAY GOODBYE TO DARK CLOUDS

Say goodbye to dark clouds,
hello to summer breeze;
Rain has stayed too long -
Welcome! Sunshiny days.

Come out to the open field,
take a deep breath or two;
Savor the sight of marigolds -
and a sky of sapphire blue.

Walk farther across the meadow,
where cows and water buffaloes graze;
Banish your woes into thin air -
let them vanish without a trace.

In the stream that cuts the grassland,
where the trout and bass reside;
Wade through knee-deep water --
let your throes and pains subside.

As you look back where you came from,
see how far you've gone upstream;
Oh! The things that you have gone through -
all, but happened like a dream.

Say goodbye to dark clouds now,
hello to summer breeze;
In a single silent moment -
thank the Lord for all His grace.

Walking back over routes already traveled.

2010-03-02T22:39:00.001-08:00

To help someone along the path we've trodden before, we have to walk back over routes we already traveled. Breezing through familiar grounds, we can show or point out to the person we are guiding a landmark, a pothole, or a boulder, as the case may be, so he won't trip and fall along the way.

We cannot be where we are now had not those ahead of us paved the way for us to be able to pass through. By the same token, we ought to show the path to those who come after us, say, our loved ones, even if it means walking back alongside them, over routes we've already taken, moments or years ahead.

This way, you afford your loved ones safe and easy passage. Yes, their travel would be a lot easier, since they would no longer be cutting down trees or quarrying stones to make a clearing, as we and those ahead of us did.

Not doubt, it will consume a fraction of our precious time, as this will take us for a moment off our own courses. But think of how relieved our loved one would be, knowing he or she is not alone along what to him or her is an unfamiliar road.

Along way be generous to share your thoughts....yes, your dreams. Tell everyone.....

HAPPY ARE THOSE WHO FOLLOW A DREAM!

Happy are those who follow a dream -
who never abandon a quest;
Should they continue to the end
they shall find a nook to rest.

All their toil shall be rewarded,
this - they can be sure;
Then all the pains that they have suffered
shall be remembered, no more.

They can look back to the old days,
still with some amount of pride;
Knowing they have none to be ashamed of
nor is there anything to hide.

They can only smile in silence
for some funny things in mind;
Which once made them feel rather awkward
as some cold eyes stared behind.

It is not at all surprising
should boulders block life's road;
They're part of what man goes through
as he journeys in this world.

But they ought not to stop us
from pursuing a set goal;
If we're bent on reaching the end line,
we should rise after each fall.

And as we stand unscathed by trials,
we may to the world proclaim:
Happy are those who cease not to hope,
and those who follow a dream!

There's just so much we can do.

2010-02-18T19:56:00.000-08:00

We may make ourselves busy from morn till night, but the thing is, there's just so much we can do. Even machines need rest. Time and again they have to be oiled or greased.

We, too, need some breather - a respite from our work-a-day world. Having worked the whole day, it is but natural to crave for a hot bath or a warm massage or simply a back rub when night time comes.

Working beyond tolerable limits can make one counter-productive. When mind and body are burdened with the workload, they no longer function well. The mind simply ceases to be creative, and the body, to be responsive.

Going on a vacation may spell the difference. The stillness of the mountain or the lapping of the waves on a palm-frond shore may just be what one needs to soothe strained nerves.

For a start, why not close your eyes.....

AS YOUR MIND WANDERS

Next time your mind wanders,
follow it;
Above the clouds, beyond the blue
or up a mountain crest.

Passing along a narrow trail,
may you with fortune see
a scurrying he-squirrel,
juggling a nut and a blueberry.

When you go down the ocean wide
may you with fortune ride
a wavy carpet, foaming white
while dolphins leap and glide.

And when you reach a far off shore
may you with fortune find a friend
or simple but loving folks
and happiness that knows no end.

So next time your mind wanders,
follow it;
Across the glen, beyond the hill --
there, you will find a place to rest.

As we travel through life.

2010-02-17T19:09:00.000-08:00

Unless the extent or gravity is too great as to render it beyond correction, a mistake does not make one a total failure. As humans, we are prone to commit mistakes. This of course is to be expected as we have limited perceptions.

There are times when we view things differently from what they really are. Important details, likewise, are able to escape our range of vision. Worse, we are sometimes kept in the dark about something, making us even more helpless. All these affect our judgment. Hence, we commit mistakes.

However, a mistake does not make one a total failure. As long as we are still alive, there is always room for rectifying a mistake. We should not be discouraged nor should we lose hope.

Go over the process once more. Start from the beginning. Look for any deviations along the way. Make the necessary adjustments, then move smoothly ahead, albeit with caution.

Well, we can also ask one who is more knowledgeable than us. Two heads are better than one, so goes the saying.

In parting I would like to share with you a poem I wrote many years ago. Here is .....

THE SWALLOW AND THE RIVER

A swallow asked a river one day,
'Where are you going old one?'
- On to the sea!
'What are you going to do there?'
- To empty my burdens away!

'Isn't your journey smooth and straight?'
the swallow queried again.
- Hardly! For from beginning to end
I've gone through turns and bends!

'Surely, yours is an exciting course,'
the swallow quipped,
'watching happy faces along the way.'
- Oh! But I've also seen a lot of men
in pain, in woe, in misery!

'But why should men be unhappy?
Was that what was designed for them?'
- No, but they chose to go their own ways,
to sound advice cared not to listen!

- Of course, in several travels here and there
I came upon many a repentant heart
who vowed to change and mend their ways -
from God's teachings shall not depart!

- Now I see them happy and contented -
attending to the task at hand;
Strong in faith and a lot more wise,
delighting much in the Lord's command!

'Thank you, old river,' the lowly swallow said.
'I shall now be going on my way.
I'll cherish all that I have learned from you
and may avail of them, someday!'

"An Honest Open Apology...."

2010-02-17T19:05:00.000-08:00

Physical ailments are but temporary but nothing hurts more than what Claire Richcreek Thomas calls .....

HEART WOUNDS

Cold steel may penetrate the flesh,
The wound may throb and smart,
But far from painful are the wounds
Inflicted on the heart.

Soothing balm may cease the pain
That body-blows impart
But what can heal the deep-cut wounds
Inflicted on the heart?

Yes - marks upon the flesh will fade,
Forgotten with the pain,
But when the heart is wounded thus,
The scar - will long remain.

Have a passion for what you do.

2010-02-17T19:04:00.000-08:00

Different individuals have different reasons for doing things. There are those who do things for sheer enjoyment. Others expect something in return for their efforts. A lot do things for money. Whatever may your reason be, have passion for whatever you do. Getting paid should just be an icing on the cake.

Devoid of passion, work is a drudgery. It becomes tedious that, in time, you come to hate the entire process. Love your work. In doing so, even back-breaking tasks become child play.

Putting your heart to a task makes the menial - great, and the ordinary - extra-ordinary. You can look at the result, though not magnificent as far as others are concerned, and beam with pride: "At least I've done my all -- my very best." And you don't even have to wait to be praised or commended for a job well done. Just wait, for shall come to you .....

Taking charge of one's attitude.

2010-02-17T19:02:00.000-08:00

Other people say your parents are there to guide you only. That is true. They may suggest or, at most, serve as role models, but in the end you have to take charge of your attitude. You must not let someone else choose it for you.

However, you should be able to discern between what is right and wrong. You should be open for other opinions. Learn to weigh things according to their merits. What you think is right may not necessarily be right. Sometimes, we are so fixed with our views that we tend to shield them from anything that would make us change them, though they are not the right ones.

That in itself is an attitude not worth cultivating. Remember, it takes another to point out the mote in your eyes. If only for that, you should learn to appreciate other peoples' thoughts. They could serve as a mirror that would reflect the essence of things which you failed to see. They could help you make a wise decision.

But again, the caution: take charge of your attitude. You must not let someone else choose it for you. You either go with the tide, defy the current, or float adrift with the wind like.....

A LITTLE BIT OF SAIL

There's a little bit of sail in our life
at times taut, sometimes loose;
Enough to brave the wind,
and ride the waves as we choose.

There's a little bit of sail in our life
at times tense, sometimes lax;
Enough to keep our boat afloat,
and steer away from the rocks.

And this little bit of sail in our life
must be kept whole and intact;
That it may reach another shore
on a weather that's calm or rough!

As we grow older, we ought to become...

2010-02-17T18:51:00.000-08:00

Nobody is perfect. If one blunders or errs, it's because he or she is only human. However, being human is not an excuse nor should it be used as one for committing more errors. No one is licensed to do so.

We cannot afford to always err in our judgment and do away with it by saying we are but humans. Sometimes the error is so fatal that we cannot do anything anymore to rectify it. Then we are left greatly devastated for life. It is for this reason why we have to think not only twice but many times over before making a decision. So much is at stake. Happiness, well-being, yes, our entire future could largely depend on a decision we make today.

How many a man or woman was hounded by guilt through life for not marrying his or her first love? Or marrying him or her whom she or he thought to be the right person but proved to be the other way around? How many nights were spent sighing for a lost opportunity?

Anyway, life is a hit and miss affair. At times, we make wrong judgments. But then we ought to learn from our mistakes. What is important is that as we grow older we become wiser, like.....

THE PHILOSOPHER

I saw him sitting in his door,
Trembling as old men do;
His house was old; his barn was old,
And yet his eyes seemed new.

His eyes had seen three times my years
And kept a twinkle still,
Though they had looked at birth and death
And three graves on a hill.

"I will sit down with you," I said,
"And you will make me wise;
Tell me how you have kept the joy
Still burning in your eyes."

Then like an old-time orator
Impressively he rose;
"I make the most of all that comes,
The least of all that goes."

The jingling rhythm of his words
Echoes as old songs do,
Yet this had kept his eyes alight
Till he was ninety-two.

Sara Teasdale

P.S.

At the first floor of the condominium where we are, lives an old friend and mentor. He is 92 years old and his grip is still strong. He drinks milk daily and does some mild bodily exercise on a regular basis. I often come upon him reading the Bible, which to him is the Best Book ever written. "This is where I get wisdom - the wisdom that far exceeds human knowledge. The wisdom that comes from God." And I agree.

Describing life in six words.

2010-02-17T18:49:00.000-08:00

If I am to make a six-word memoir, I'd say 'Yes, know when to keep silent.'

Not because you have the upper hand in an argument that you have to push the other person far back to the wall until he has no more way out. Know when to keep silent.

Provide for a breather. Allow the other person time to realize his mistakes. Allow for face-saving. Chances are, the points you raised have already sank deep into his mind, but he is jut too proud to admit, or he may still processing them.

A lot of people hate to publicly accept that they have erred in their judgment or that they have committed a mistake. As much as possible they would insist on what they think is right.

Continuing with the argument would only lead to nowhere. It would be an act of kindness to yourself and to the other person if you should change the topic, say, talk on something light. Better still, know when to keep silent. That way, everybody becomes happy. There is no reason to be sad, rather.....

HAVING ALL THE REASONS

I have every reason to be happy -
life's been good to me;
When clouds roll by to shield the sun,
a gentle breeze blows them away.

I have every reason to be jubilant -
I'm free! What more could I want?
I woke up this morning to see
a golden ray kissing a blossoming plant.

Yes, I have all the reasons to be thankful -
a blissful existence - peaceful.
A home filled with songs and laughter,
loved ones making each day beautiful.

On giving and receiving.

2010-02-17T18:44:00.000-08:00

Often we hear people say that it is better to give than to receive. It really is true. I, for one, would rather be on the giver side than be on the receiving end.

But for giving to be possible, there is a need for a receiver. And the receiver must be appreciative of the gift, whatever it may be, no matter how small it is, for the act of giving to be meaningful.

Life is such that there are those who have plenty while others have less. Those who have more in life need to share a portion, if not all, of their possessions to them who have none, though.

This does not mean, however, that mendicancy or begging is to be tolerated or encouraged. Rather, there are more ways than one that the more fortunate could help the less-privileged, even without their asking it. The help needs not always be in material form.

A sound advice, an assurance, or even just a look in the eye that seems to say, "You can make it. You, too, can rise above your misery" may suffice.

For his part, the receiver could do well to acknowledge the giver with a sincere "thank you," a nod, or even just a smile.

Anyway, all of us ought to learn to do an act of kindness to everyone. Well, if you still have time would be so kind to read with me Margaret Courtney's .....

BE KIND

Be kind to thy father: for when thou wert young,
Who loved thee as fondly as he?
He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue,
And joined in thine innocent glee.

Be kind to thy mother: for lo! on her brow
May traces of sorrow be seen;
Oh, well may'st thou cherish and comfort her now
For loving and kind hath she been.

Be kind to thy brother: wherever you are,
The love of a brother shall be
An ornament, purer and richer by far
Than pearls from the depths of the sea.

Be kind to thy sister: not many may know
The depth of true sisterly love;
The wealth of the ocean lies fathoms below
The surface that sparkles above.

Thy kindness shall bring to thee many sweet hours,
And blessings thy pathway to crown;
Affection shall weave thee a garland of flowers,
More precious than wealth or renown.

Life is not about higher bills or busier schedules.

2010-02-17T18:36:00.001-08:00

Sometimes it's nice to go window shopping. Not only do we find rest from our work but we get to know where the 'Big Sales' are - hence, where a good buy is.

Life is not about higher bills or busier schedules. In fact, if we could cut on the budget, say, even only 10%, that's already something. The tag says, "50% off." That's even better! Then you suddenly have more time turning each item on display, one after the other.

Then you realize: in a little more than two month's time, it's your wedding anniversary. When did you last buy your wife a present? Does it have to be expensive?

"Ma'am, is this locket really made of sterling silver?" "Yes sir, and you can have it for half its original price." "I'll take it."

Smiling, you go home thinking of taking a day off in a little more than two month's time.

The accompanying poem is not about what you would find after reading the sign hanging on a department store door. Anyway, here is S. E. Kiser's.....

A BARGAIN SALE

I'm offering for sale today
A lot of things I'll need no more;
Come, please, and take them all away,
I've piled them up outside my door.
I'll make the prices low enough,
And trust you, if it's trust you need;
Here I have listed all my stuff,
Make your selection as you read:

A lot of prejudices which
have ceased to be of use to me;
A stock of envy of the rich,
Some slightly shopworn jealousy;
A large supply of gloom that I
Must not permit to clog my shelves;
I offer bargains - who will buy?
Name prices that will suit yourselves.

A lot of wishes I've outgrown,
A stock of silly old beliefs;
Some pride I once was proud to own,
A bulky line of dreads and griefs;
An old assortment of ill will,
A job lot of bad faith and doubt,
Harsh words that have their poison still;
Choose as you please - I'm closing out.

I need more room for kindliness,
For hope and courage and good cheer,
Take all the hatred I possess,
The superstitions and the fear;
A large supply of frailties I
Shall have no use for from today;
I offer bargains; who will buy?
The rubbish must be cleared away!

Don't ever give up.

2010-02-17T18:31:00.000-08:00

The climb up a mountain is never easy. Steep at some points, in fact. And as you go higher, the path becomes steeper and narrower; the air, thinner. Then you gasp for breath. But you can no longer go back. To do so would mean defeat - at times, humiliating.

Having gone halfway, it would be unwise to quit. And why should you when you can already see the peak or summit from where you are. Inch your way up more, albeit, slowly. Take a deep breath if need be.

Never give up. Before you knew it, the top is but an arm's reach away.

In life, one gets to climb so many mountains, or even just hills. They come in the form of tests or challenges. Overcoming each requires a price.

He who quits not, wins. Yes, for a little more persistence or perseverance, then you have.....

SUCCESS

Genius, that power which dazzles mortal eyes,
Is oft but perseverance in disguise.
Continuous effort of itself implies,
In spite of countless falls, the power to rise.
'Twixt failure and success the print's so fine,
Men sometimes know not when they touch the line;
Just when the pearl is waiting one more plunge,
How many a struggler has thrown up the sponge!
As the tide goes clear out it comes clear in;
In business 'tis at turns, the wisest win;
And, oh, how true when shades of doubt dismay,
"'Tis often darkest just before the day."
A little more persistence, courage, vim,
Success will dawn o'er failure's cloudy rim.
Then take this honey for the bitterest cup;
There is no failure, save in giving up.
No real fall, so long as one still tries,
For something set-backs make the strong man wise.
There's no defeat, in truth, save from within;
Unless you're beaten there, you're bound to win.

C. C. Cameron

What it takes to negotiate.

2010-02-17T18:30:00.000-08:00

Whether in the boardroom, courtroom, or bedroom, it takes more than skill to negotiate. For one, a negotiator must have something to offer more than what they other person or party already has. The offer must be enticing enough so as to win the other person over to his side. How he packages the offer also counts.

In one way or another, at some time in our life, all of us have undertaken the act of negotiating. A mother would employ all tactics available to bring her two-year old son to pee in the proper place, as would a father use reverse psychology or military ruse, as the case may be, to discourage his teenage daughter from dating the be-pimpled lad who is barely out his diapers.

What about the seven-year old kid who would smile his sweetest so that a favorite aunt would buy him the latest in video games? All said, it takes many things to be able to negotiate - and a lot have mastered the game. And there are those who are out to outwit, while others allow themselves to be .....

OUTWITTED

He drew a circle that shut me out -
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!

Edwin Markham

Giving a friend a hearty pat on the back.

2010-02-07T19:17:00.000-08:00

What good can you offer a friend that will cost you nothing but mean a lot to him? Well, a hearty pat on the back is one. Yes, through hard and good times, give him a hearty pat on the back.

When times are hard, a hearty pat could mean 'You can beat and pull through it. Move on.' It could also mean 'I'm just around. You can count on me.'

In good times, a hearty pat on the back could mean 'I am proud of you. Keep up the good work.' Or it could mean 'In case you forget, not every day is a sunny day. Be prepared.'

That's what friends are for. To inspire, support, cheer or remind us. Yes, a friend is many things rolled into one shown by a mere hearty pat on the back.

These and more could have inspired Thomas Curtis Clark to come up with his.....

FRIENDS

If all the sorrows of this weary earth -
The pains and heartaches of humanity -
If all were gathered up and given me,
I still would have my share of wealth and worth
Who have you, Friend of Old, to be my cheer
Through life's uncertain fortunes, year by year.

Thank God for friends, who dearer grow as years increase;
Who, as possessions fail our hopes and hands,
Become the boon supreme, than gold and lands
More precious. Let all else, if must be, cease;
But, Lord of Life, I pray on me bestow
The gift of friends, to share the way I go.

Take your mind off work, once in a while.

2010-02-07T19:16:00.000-08:00

There is so much trouble in the world already that to think about them would not do us any good. For a change, imagine life without anxiety.

Think not of the things that burden a lot of people - lack of food, the skyrocketing prices of basic commodities, diseases (new strains of viruses baffling scientists and specialists), and many more. Yes, for a change, just imagine life without anxiety.

This time, why not think of peaceful sunsets and quiet evenings. Think of little ones snugly tucked-in for the night while you and your wife are sitting by the window counting shooting stars like when you were just married.

Yes, imagine life without anxiety. This early, make plans for the year-end vacation when the kids are temporarily out of school. A night up in the mountain is one option. Camping by the seashore is another. Spending a week or two with your old folks while you may, may yet be the best.

In the meantime, start saving now. But keep on imagining life without anxiety. In parting I want to share with you my.....

REVERIE

Stretch your legs and your imagination
to a hidden valley a ridgeline away,
where the neighbors are pines and hills and sky -
there you can let your heart roam free.

Pass through a cluster of hedges
across the meadow beyond the crest,
where a herd of cattle is silently grazing,
there you can put your mind to rest.

Tired of the clattering of computer keys?
Oh! With the rustling of paper, too.
Stretch your legs and your imagination
toward the hills, beyond the blue.

Close your eyes and softly listen
to the whisper of the pines;
While a carefree passing bluebird
rides the light breeze, chirping rhymes.

Now back to your computer keys.
Oh! the rustling of paper, too.
Till you have another reverie
to last your whole day through.

Make someone at ease or comfortable.

2010-02-07T19:14:00.000-08:00

For anybody, say, a visitor who is new to a place, feeling uneasy is but natural. Make him comfortable. Welcome him with a warm handshake.

A warm handshake connects two individuals, who a minute or so ago, were total strangers to each other. A warm handshake can be a bridge to a lasting relationship.

Returning to a familiar place after having gone a long time, a person may at first hesitate to greet even familiar faces. Understandably so for fear of being rebuffed or snubbed. The individual may be thinking that his long absence made people to totally forget about him, and he now comes as a total stranger. Welcome him with a warm handshake.

Two hands locked in a hard grip can cause a flood of warm memories racing through veins wanting to once again enter-twine. Anyway, you can offer the person.....

PEACE, JOY, AND GOOD FORTUNE

An Apple for Peace, Cherries for Joy,
an Orange for Good Fortune;
Heartily given they brighten the world -
warming the coldest of seasons.

The world has long been plunged
in darkness, in cold despair;
As men fight each other for naught --
brother against brother.

When shall fighting end?
When all the men on earth fall?
Take a bite of apple,
not a bite of gall!

When shall man find joy?
Where can he find happiness?
Not with guns and cannons
perhaps with a bunch of cherries.

Where lies good fortune,
yes, where?
In yonder orchard,
an orange tree grows fair.

An Apple for Peace, Cherries for Joy,
an Orange for Good fortune.
Heartily given, they lighten one's load
bidding those on rough roads, 'Move on!'

Though we live in a fast-paced world.

2010-02-07T19:13:00.000-08:00

There is no denying that we live in a fast-paced world. Everyone seems to be in a hurry. This is even true when one lives in the city or a bustling metropolis. One cannot afford to tarry awhile though. A few minutes delay could mean a lot - say, a lost opportunity or the chance of a lifetime.

However, no matter how busy we are, we should find time for ourselves and our loved ones. In the morning, a short chat with the kids getting ready for school may suffice as there may be no chance anymore to talk with them at night when they are already tired and fast asleep when you arrive home.

A short conversation with your wife before bedtime over a glass of warm milk could make up for a whole day's absence. 'How's the baby? Have the children shown their report cards for this grading period? How's your favorite 'bonsai'? How was your day?' Well, just think of anything to talk about. For sure you would not run short of topics to discuss about - from the simple to the complex, and of course, one's family.

If there is one opportunity we ought to fear of losing - it's the opportunity to talk with loved ones. By the way, you can also talk about what's unique to a day. Precisely for .....

TOMORROW CAN BE DIFFERENT

Who says there's nothing unique to a day?
Tomorrow can be different.
Even before the sun is up,
good fortune may come your way,
heaven-sent!

There's no telling of what lies in store for you
or what's in for the taking.
Life is full of surprises:
honey-flavored, butter-topped --
happiness in the making!

It can't always be raining hard
that butterflies won't stretch their wings.
Tomorrow can be different.
See the sun smile --
Hear a warbler sings

You may now open the window
though it's still pitch-black outside.
So the first rays of the morning
find their way to your room,
take you out for a ride.

Tomorrow can be different, indeed.
Something grand may start,
yes, something big.
Can't you see the dawn breaking?
Isn't it flaming read.

Make the most of who you are.

2010-02-07T19:12:00.000-08:00

"What I am...." - an offshoot or, should I say, another version of "If I were...." is a fascinating read. The authors even gave a short but truly revealing explanation of something they associate themselves with. Lovely.

Anyway for all the fun the blogs generated, I say.... you may not be a genius, a movie star, a renowned painter or anybody famous, but you can make the most of who you are. You have endowments and traits all your own. These set you differently from others. Hence, the variations in the "What I am" and "If I were" entries.

Indeed make the most of who you are. In your own little way contribute something for the good of all. Never mind if it's short of anything great or spectacular. It may not even have any immediate use at all. But who knows others may find it useful someday.

All the great men the world had produced didn't think of becoming big during their lifetimes. Many were in fact rejected or disowned by their contemporaries.

But where are they now? Theirs busts line many an august hall; their thoughts found their way into the pages of history; their songs, immortalized in many a heart -- all because they made the most of who they were.

Well.....

NO MATTER WHAT!

I am not someone else -
that, I don't regret;
Just being myself
makes me feel great.

I am not someone else -
that, nobody cares;
Fine! None to bother when I'm happy
or when I'm in tears.

I am not someone else -
Oh! I'm thankful for that;
For I owe everything to Him
no matter what!

When life gets difficult to bear.

2010-02-03T16:52:00.000-08:00

Some days back I read a blog, a poem in fact, which says, "Life is, actually, quite fair." It is fair. It's how we respond to its challenges and its impact on us that makes others think it isn't. And there are those who, when things don't happen as they want them, cannot simply accept. Then they're stuck. But must we?

What's keeping you you long? Why can't you move ahead? Many times on taking an examination we get stuck up on a difficult problem. We tend to spend more time finding the right solution only to be told to pass our papers for the time is already up. The result is far from satisfying. We could have fared well had we skipped the difficult items for a while and proceeded with the easier ones with the intention of going back to the difficult numbers later on when time permits.

On our journey through life, we also find ourselves stuck up along the way. Many times we find ourselves faced with dilemmas of all sorts. Don't get stuck. Confronted with problems that seem to defy solutions, leave them temporarily. Try the easier ones, while not forgetting about the difficult items.

Bear in mind, though: there is a great difference between taking a paper-and-pencil test and solving problems in real life situations. While in the former one is not allowed to ask his or her seatmate, in real life there is nothing to prevent us from consulting someone. Don't be ashamed to ask - a better alternative to getting stuck up. Above all, there's no preventing you/us from asking for Divine Guidance.

Not to sound preachy, here's my.....

KEEP WATCH, STAND PAT, AND PRAY!

When darkness fall
and life gets difficult to bear;
Steel your heart. Smile --
drive away despair.

When the night wind starts to howl
as it becomes a storm;
Brace yourself up --
hum a happy tune.

And when the night grows colder,
oh! truly long and dark;
You need not grieve for soon at morn
you'll hear a meadowlark.

But when the dawn that comes is bleak
as gray clouds early gather;
Fear not! Winds of hope shall blow --
giving way to fine weather.

We ought always to prepare, then --
for what may come our way;
And vow to do His bidding --
to keep watch, to stand pat, and pray!

Yes, no one is licensed to err.

2010-02-02T17:23:00.000-08:00

Nobody is perfect. If one blunders or errs, it is because he or she is only human. However, being human is not an excuse nor should it be used as one for committing more errors. No one is licensed to do so.

We cannot afford to always err in our judgment and do away with it by saying we are but humans. Sometimes, the error is so fatal that we cannot do anything anymore to rectify it. Then we, and those around us, are left greatly devastated for life. It is for this reason why we have to think not only twice but many times over before making a decision. So much is at stake. Happiness, well-being, yes, our entire future could largely depend on a decision we make today - hence, an ultimatum.

Being an optimist, I still believe there is something good in a person, no matter how bad he is. And I am hoping that giving the father in the above-mentioned post an ultimatum is equivalent to saying .....

I KNOW SOMETHING GOOD ABOUT YOU

Wouldn't this old world be better
If the folks we meet would say --
"I know something good about you!"
And treat us just that way?

Wouldn't it be fine and dandy
If each handclasp, fond and true,
Carried with it this assurance -
"I know something good about you!"

Wouldn't life be lots more happy
If the good that's in us all
Were the only thing about us
That folks bothered to recall?

Wouldn't life be lots more happy
If we praised the good we see?
For there's such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me!

Wouldn't it be nice to practice
That fine way of thinking, too?
You know something good about me;
I know something good about you.

Author Unknown

What do you deserve in this life?

2010-01-31T22:28:00.000-08:00

More than two weeks ago, a blog, "What do you deserve in this life?" caught my attention. Usually, when misfortune comes, the recipient bewails his state: "Why did this happen to me? What have I done to deserve this?" Well, anybody within hearing distance, say, a friend (or even a curious stranger, just to himself) could ask, "Indeed, what do you deserve in this life?"

Anyway, different people have different ways of looking at a misfortune. Many view it as a punishment for any past-misdeed. Others regard it as a test - to try their patience and endurance. Some take it as a blessing in disguise. Whatever may the reason be, learn to accept a misfortune and from there, rise.

If it comes as a punishment, repent for whatever it is that warrant such. It if is a test, ask for additional strength that you may be able to hurdle the trial and come out triumphant. If it is a blessing in disguise, count your blessings and be thankful.

Ours is a short-lived existence. But, we must learn to make the most out of it. A tree is not only sun-bathed, but at times rain-drenched, as well as wind-whipped.

Well, instead of bewailing your misfortune, I'd like you to read G. J. Russell's .....

IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WORSE

Sometimes I pause and sadly think
Of the things that might have been,
Of the golden chances I let slip by,
And which never returned again.

Think of the joys that might have been mine;
The prizes I almost won,
The goals I missed by a mere hair's breadth;
And the things I might have done.

It fills me with gloom when I ponder thus,
Till I look on the other side,
How I might have been completely engulfed
By misfortune's surging tide.

The unknown dangers lurking about,
Which I passed safely through
The evils and sorrows that I've been spared
Pass plainly now in review.

So when I am downcast and feeling sad,
I repeat over and over again,
Things are far from being as bad
As they easily might have been.

The little things that count.

2010-01-31T22:10:00.000-08:00

A glass of water is just a glass of water and may not mean anything at all, but to a person who is thirsty, it means so much. It stands for a satisfied need - a basic one at that.
So busy have many people become in their pursuit of the so-called prime necessities that they tend to ignore the little things in life. Anxious to reach the office on time, a relatively busy husband forgets to kiss his wife as he hurriedly leaves home. Little did he realize that such a light peck on this wife's cheek would just be enough to make her go about the house chores uncomplainingly for the rest of the day.
Important events such as birthdays, anniversaries, and graduations at times go unnoticed. More so are the ones regarded as not so important. "Papa, can you bring us to the zoo on Saturday? We have a project in Biology." "I'm sorry dear, but I have important things to attend to. I have to complete the office inventory." Little did he realize that a time will come when his daughter will no longer seek his company. And time flies fast.
There are lots of things in life which may not mean so much, but when seriously considered, they are the ones that count.
In parting I'd like to share with you Mary R. Hartman's .....

LIFE'S MADE UP OF LITTLE THINGS

Life's made up of little things,
no great sacrifice or duty,
but smiles and many a cheerful word
fill up our lives with beauty.

The heartaches, as they come and go,
are but blessings in disguises,
for time will turn the pages o'er
and show us great surprises.

Making God your first call.

2010-01-27T19:48:00.000-08:00

A true friend is a rarity. Or so they say. But, it doesn't mean that you cannot look for someone whom you can trust. Life is such that you need somebody whom you can pour out your feelings - a sort of a shock absorber.

A teenager needs someone his age or a little older who would understand his emotions as well as his likes and dislikes. A housewife needs someone to talk to when things start to get rough. A father needs somebody, say, another father whose daughter is of the same age as his, to discuss matters pertaining to being a parent of a teenager.

The thing is, everyone needs someone to trust. He or she could be your husband or wife as the case my be or any of your in-laws. A favorite aunt or uncle or a classmate could also provide the needed support.

However, one should be extra careful. He should make sure that the one whom he entrusts himself to or his problems with will not only aggravate the situation.

Above everyone else, trust in the Father Almighty. Yes, when you find yourself in a tight situation.....

MAKE GOD YOUR FIRST CALL!

When you find yourself in trouble -
in a dilemma of sort;
Make God your very first call,
not your last resort.

When things don't come your way -
or not as you expect;
Don't rush about doing anything,
you'd later on regret.

When the eastern sky turns gray
and all the world seem sad;
Smile your most engaging smile
soon others will feel glad.

If you want to move forward,
go ahead but do it with caution;
Learn to look around you
for sound advice and reason.

If on your way you sense a bait,
a trap - out to snare;
Keep watch! Stay awake!
A wink you cannot spare.

Despite all odds encountered -
move on! Go forth!
Just make God your first call,
not your last resort!

Bare not yourself to anyone at all.

2010-01-26T19:27:00.000-08:00

This is just an opinion and I do not expect anyone to agree with me. Anyway, more than a fortnight ago (16 days ago to be exact), I've read a lot of entries dealing with "If I Were." All posts were wonderful, nicely written and quite revealing of their authors. I enjoyed reading them all. It was truly fun.

In fact, the blogs gave me the spark, not to jot down a list of some sort for myself, though. Rather, to voice or express my thoughts out. So I wrote a poem that I would like to share with you. Here is .....

BARE NOT YOURSELF TO ANYONE AT ALL!

Nothing is more enjoyable than baffling people -
keeping them at bay;
Making them guess what goes in your mind -
not hinting anything, happen what may.

Let not yourself be a picture on the wall
for all to take a peek;
Or must you ever bare your all -
feast that gossips make.

Let not yourself be a pond's still waters -
with your image, stark naked, staring back at you;
Drop a pebble so that ripples
will obliterate the view.

Let not yourself be an open book either -
for all to scan or read;
Surround yourself an aura of mystery
that they may gape in awe, instead.

Look straight into the eyes of others, though,
to penetrate the soul;
Delve deep into the recesses of the heart, but
vow never to bare yourself to anyone at all!

As I've said on the outset, this is just my opinion. Thanks for bearing with me and reading through.

On giving self a treat, once in a while.

2010-01-25T17:12:00.000-08:00

Of course, there is work to be done and a deadline to meet. But, life needs not be less sleep. There is time for everything.

The wall clock says, "Ten." The kids have already gone to bed having finished their home works and said their evening prayers. Then you start to yawn. Go for it. Just set the alarm. Two hours to midnight and two hours before daybreak, at your age (I'm 57), may suffice. These could well be ample to get you awake, alert and enthusiastic for the next ten hours or so.

All work and no or less sleep could make 'John' also a dull boy. You can even .....

GIVE YOURSELF A TREAT, ONCE IN A WHILE

Everyone deserves a treat
once in a while;
Not because there is no party,
you can't dress up in style.
You owe it to yourself
not to people around;
Should you dress up for the opera
or for the merry-go-round.

You can have a sumptuous feast
or just a mix of milk and oats;
Savor the taste of salad green
or the luxury of fruits.
You owe it to no one else
when you opt to become thin,
knowing oft times fat is out
and the opposite is in.

When you have a day or two -
off or free days, so to speak;
You may either watch a movie
or stroll around the lake.
Find a shade where you can sit down
and while away the time
munching peanuts or sunflower seeds
humming children's rhyme.

Till the sun roosts behind the mountains
and you hear a distant chime.

For ours is but a borrowed life.

2010-01-24T19:53:00.001-08:00

There's more to life than meeting deadlines - shorter deadlines at that. A lot of people are so much in a hurry to deliver the results of what they are doing that they no longer have time for other things - for the finer things, that is.

Wanting so much to finish an assigned task, there are those who hardly notice a beautiful sunrise or sunset. Even before the sun is up, they are already on their way to the office or work areas and stay there for the whole day. And by the time they leave their workplaces, the sun has long gone down the western horizon. What do they miss in the process? The breath-taking sight of the changing colors of the skyline.

So engrossed are many working parents in their occupations that they do not even bother to find out whether their children are doing good in school or not. Or who their friends are and what they are into. Anyway, "we are paying the maids handsomely," they would say. "We are doing these - rush jobs and deadlines and all - for them!" others would add.

What do they miss anyway? Oh, just the many unrecorded beautiful events of the growing-up years of their children.

We are not here on earth for long, though. So we ought to get the most out of .....

     A Borrowed Life

Ours is but a borrowed life -
we won't live long on earth;
But we could make our stay worthwhile,
by singing songs of mirth.

We have a promise to fulfill -
to leave behind a legacy:
A simple thing, a thought, a dream
that may alter a course or destiny.

Oft times we are misunderstood,
by kin and foe alike;
They only come to understand
upon hearing our side.

Oft times a noble act is lost
as soon as greed sets in;
But the promise we seek to fulfill
makes us think not twice, but ten.

Ours is a borrowed life indeed.
Prized possessions won't stay;
A golden sunset shortly turns
to tangerine, then gray..

          Then we learn to value the sun
          that the night snatches away!

Let not work get on your nerves.

2010-01-24T19:52:00.000-08:00

Hey! Why are you cranky today? Why did you snap at the janitor who failed to empty the waste basket?

Let not work get on your nerves. Think of it not as a burden but as play. Let not the stress of taking orders bear upon your muscles, making them tense, or put a strain on your bones and nerves. Relax.

You still have a long way to go. Retirement is still far. The kids are still young. Your wife still needs you. Let not work get on your nerves.

Sure, lots of papers need to be signed Important transactions are to be right away completed. Go on, but let them not get on your nerves.

Look at those folders as domino chips. Tap the first and the rest will follow. Tackle each transaction one after the other. Meanwhile, hum a lively tune, though not loud enough to distract the fellow at the next table.

Think of the hot broth at suppertime. Imagine your wife's tender-loving touch as she gives you a warm back-rub.

Do ....

ONE THING AT A TIME

Work while you work,
   Play while you play;
That is the way
   To be cheerful and gay.

All that you do,
   Do with your might;
Things done by halves
   Are never done right.

One thing each time,
   And that done well,
Is a very good rule,
   As many can tell.

Moments are useless
   Trifled away;
So work while you work,
   And play while you play.

           by M. A. Stodart

Just a little understanding.

2010-01-24T19:49:00.000-08:00

Instead of compounding your woes, why not count your blessings? You would be surprised to know there really are lots of gifts received than you would ever know how to use them. To emphasize my point here is.....

       UNDERSTANDING

Not more of light I ask, O God,
   But eyes to see what is:
Not sweeter songs, but ears to hear
   The present melodies:
Not more of strength, but how to use
   The power that I possess:
Not more of love, but skill to turn
   A frown to a caress:
Not more of joy, but how to feel
   Its kindly presence near
To give to others all I have
   Of courage and of cheer.

No other gifts, dear God, I ask,
   But only sense to see
How best these precious gifts to use
   Thou has bestowed on me.

                     Author Unknown

On speaking gently.

2010-01-21T19:39:00.000-08:00

Sometimes it's not a question of whether we are right, or that what we are saying is true and logical and easy to understand. Rather it is a question of how we say it. How we put words across. The tone of our voice. The manner of our speech.

To stress the point, here is G. W. Langford's

SPEAK GENTLY

Speak gently; it is better far
To rule by love than fear;
Speak gently; let no harsh word mar
The good we may do here.

Speak gently to the little child;
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild;
It may not long remain.

Speak gently to the young; for they
Will have enough to bear;
Pass through this life as best they may,
'Tis full of anxious care.

Speak gently to the aged one.
Grieve not the careworn heart;
Whose sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart.

Speak gently, kindly to the poor,
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word.

Speak gently to the erring; know
They must have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again.

Speak gently, Love doth whisper low
The hearts that true hearts bind.
And gently Friendship's accents flow;
Affection's voice is kind.

Speak gently; 'tis a little thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy that it may bring,
Eternity shall tell

At journey's end.

2010-01-20T18:02:00.000-08:00

Since birth, we are used to having people around us. There is Mom. Dad. Big Brother/Sister, too. They are only too eager to come to our rescue every time we cry for help.

But, we don't get to stay with them forever, or they with us. Times are that we come to realize we have to be on our own. Precisely, because we cannot force ourselves on them for the rest of our lives, as they, too, must attend to their own needs.

Then we turn to a friend for assistance. And assurance. But, like Mom, Dad, Big Brother and Sister, he or she cannot always stay by our side. Friends come and go. Sad, and at times the parting is far from pleasant. Quite true, for even the sweetest of relationships, sometimes turns sour. Then, you are again left to yourself.

However, just when you think you are alone, take a few more steps, walk one more block, hold on to hope just a bit longer; for who knows around the next corner, there may be a new friendship waiting to start.

Then you find the love of your life. But again.....

Anyway, we should not be surprised if time shall come when we find ourselves all alone. All by ourselves. Yes, and that is .....

AT JOURNEY'S END

On our earthly journey

all the places we go to

are but passing places;

faces me meet,

passing faces -

coming, going ----traces.

In the course of one's life

each moment in time

a passing moment;

events that happen,

passing events -

springing, flowing ----transient.

As the day passes,

see new places

and faces,

then traces

of faces

and places

as another day passes.

At the end of our journey

we remember all the places,

the passing places --

all the faces,

both named and nameless faces --

all the events,

the unimportant events --

we'll never miss

or shall we ever feel again

the warmth of a kiss!

Note:

This entry was nearly finished when the phone rang. It was my wife calling .....informing me of the passing away of the wife of one of my nephews who is in the province performing his church assignment. They were married barely a year ago and was blessed with a daughter. If it is a coincidence, I do not know. Life is a mystery of sort. One thing is sure though: God is always reminding us of the impermanence of life.

And if one were to believe in premonition, my blog the other day could well be one. It could have been the husband and not the poet who was saying.....

"What is home with none to meet,

None to welcome, none to greet us?

Home is sweet - and only sweet -

Where there's one we love to meet us!"

Life is not about higher bills or busier schedules.

2010-01-19T22:17:00.000-08:00

Sometimes it's nice to go window shopping. Not only do we find rest from our work but we get to know where the 'Big Sales' are - hence, where a good buy is.

Then you realize: in a little more than two month's time, it's your wedding anniversary. When did you last buy your wife a present? Does it have to be expensive?

"Ma'am, is this locket really made of sterling silver?" "Yes sir, and you can have it for half its original price." "I'll take it."

Smiling, you go home thinking of taking a day off in a little more than two month's time.

The accompanying poem is not about what you would find after reading the sign hanging on a department store door. Anyway, here is S. E. Kiser's.....

          A BARGAIN SALE

I'm offering for sale today
   A lot of things I'll need no more;
Come, please, and take them all away,
   I've piled them up outside my door.
I'll make the prices low enough,
   And trust you, if it's trust you need;
Here I have listed all my stuff,
   Make your selection as you read:

A lot of prejudices which
   have ceased to be of use to me;
A stock of envy of the rich,
   Some slightly shopworn jealousy;
A large supply of gloom that I
   Must not permit to clog my shelves;
I offer bargains - who will buy?
   Name prices that will suit yourselves.

A lot of wishes I've outgrown,
   A stock of silly old beliefs;
Some pride I once was proud to own,
   A bulky line of dreads and griefs;
An old assortment of ill will,
   A job lot of bad faith and doubt,
Harsh words that have their poison still;
   Choose as you please - I'm closing out.

I need more room for kindliness,
   For hope and courage and good cheer,
Take all the hatred I possess,
   The superstitions and the fear;
A large supply of frailties I
   Shall have no use for from today;
I offer bargains; who will buy?
   The rubbish must be cleared away!

And the seeds have grown.

2010-01-18T21:22:00.000-08:00

This is sort of a follow-up blog to yesterday. The two are related as this also deals with children, yes. with family.

I'd say that though we live in a fast-paced world, there are things better left to progress at their own pace. Our children is one. We do not have to hurry them up. Rather, we must let them enjoy the different stages of their development. We ought to be around, though.

Now it's diaper-changing time. Next, it's nursing bruised knees and elbows. Then comes the long list of crayons, pencils, pad paper, erasers, sharpeners, and many more.

"What do you need that extra allowance for? Your Mom just told me she already gave you your monthly allowance!" "It's six o'clock. Faith should be here by now. Her last class dismisses at four. What's keeping her long?"

How time flies fast! Before we knew it, there are only the two of you left - you and your wife. The children are all grown ups and have families of their own.

How we wish they have stayed longer. But, that's not the way it is. Acorns do not remain as such.

In parting I would like to share with you a quote from Kahlil Gibran .....

ON 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 your 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.....

This quotation reminds me of a friend and mentor who has gone the way of his forebears two years ago. He used to tell me how we do not own our children - their thoughts, their love, their faith.

Being fully present.

2010-01-18T21:20:00.000-08:00

The other day I was talking to a father on a range of topics which ended with kids or children. "With lots of paper work and deliveries, nighttime finds me so exhausted. Barely does my back reaches the bed....off I go to dreamland. Barely do I have time for my kids or my wife anymore," he said. "And even during weekends, work has a way of catching up with me at home. I have to think of this and that," he continues.

The problem with busy individuals is that even when they're at home they seem to be somewhere else. "Hey, are you not listening? Where are you?" an exasperated wife or husband may suddenly blurt out.

"Papa, what is the square root of 369?" a second-year high school lad asks his father who is a company executive. "I'm sorry son, but I have to finish the agenda for our departmental meeting tomorrow. Go, ask Mama."

"Ask Big Sister. Can't you see I'm preparing our supper?" Without saying a word, the poor little high-schooler gets his pair of rubber shoes and goes out of the house unnoticed.

A few hours later, from the back door, he could still see the light from Papa's study. The door to his parents' bedroom is closed, but Mama could be heard singing a lullaby. Big Sister is already asleep. He came in unnoticed.

Coming and going. Coming and going. Unnoticed. Then, a short notice. An invitation to the Guidance Office, then to the Warden's, then to the Drug Rehabilitation Office.

All because everyone was not fully present when he needed them most.

Before I go, I want to share with you Charles Swain's .....

HOME IS WHERE THERE'S ONE TO LOVE US

Home's not merely four square walls,
Though with pictures hung and gilded;
Home is where Affection calls,
Filled with shrines the Heart hath builded!
Home! - go watch the faithful dove,
Sailing 'neath the heaven above us;
Home is where there's one to love!
Home is where there's one to love us!

Home's not merely roof and room -
It needs something to endear it;
Home is where the heart can bloom,
Where there's some kind lip to cheer it!
What is home with none to meet,
None to welcome, none to greet us?
Home is sweet - and only sweet -
Where there's one we love to meet us!

On making the right choice.

2010-01-17T19:02:00.000-08:00

Often my wife and I are asked if any of our daughters are already married. Our eldest is already 28, the second is 24, and the youngest is 12. Definitely, the youngest still has a long way to go. "At least the first two," they'd say. Well when our two daughters are themselves asked, they just give their sweet smile.

Anyway, we are all aware that at some points in our life we are tasked with making some choices, ranging from the simple to the more complex. The choice of our circle of friends is one. What course to take in college or what occupation should we engage ourselves in is another. To marry or not to marry is one major choice to make, too. And if we choose the former, who to marry would be another prime concern.

In all these, we cannot afford to err for it could spell either a lifetime of happiness or of regret. How many have spent the rest of their lives saying, "Had I done it" or "If I could only turn back the hands of Time"? But what has been don can never be undone.

So we must not be in a hurry. We must find time to reflect on things. We must think not only twice but many times over before we say, "This is it!" or "There is no more turning back for me." Hence, on the subject of marriage, we don't rush our daughters off.

Well, right now you may be faced with the task of making the right choice (whatever it may be). Take your time. Ask for advice. Look for other perspectives. However, ultimately, the choice is yours.

"Are any of my daughters already married?" "In due time, they will be. They are going to make a world for themselves." In parting, I would like to share with you Alfred Grant Walton's .....

THE WORLD WE MAKE

We make the world in which we live
By what we gather and what we give,
By our daily deeds and the things we say,
By what we keep or we cast away.

We make our world by the beauty we see
In a skylark's song or a lilac tree,
In a butterfly's wing, in the pale moon's rise,
And the wonder that lingers in midnight skies.

We make our world by the life we lead,
By the friends we have, by the books we read,
By the pity we show in the hour of care,
By the loads we lift and the love we share.

We make our world by the goals we pursue,
By the heights we seek and the higher view,
By hopes and dreams that reach the sun
And a will to fight till the heights are won.

What is the place in which we dwell,
A hut or a palace, a heaven or hell
We gather and scatter, we take and we give,
We make our world - and there we live.

Marking the swift passing of time.

2010-01-17T18:59:00.000-08:00

"You are a little thinner but basically you are the same," says a friend whom I last saw a decade ago. Actually, we are not what we were ten or thirty years ago. We were younger then and less experienced. However, the dreams we had before could still be the same, unless of course they have already been realized or fulfilled.

Others looked at the passing year with sadness or regret. But why should you? If it was a year well-spent, then you should be proud of it. If not, it should challenge you to do better and achieve something worthwhile - your contribution to mankind.

Count not the number of years. Count not the number of stones you lifted along the way or you quarried from the quarry of life. It's not the number of stones that matter, but how you got them. It's not where you put these stones in an edifice but how they fit in and complete the structure that others may be able to use.

People may not remember you, or your contribution. But it does not matter. What is important is that you did contribute something, and it's there. It's yours. No one can claim it for himself, as it bears your imprint.

One thing though, any achievement you have - you owe it to the LORD. You were but an instrument. Didn't the Greatest Teacher of all times teach....."....when you have carried out all you have been ordered to do, you should say, "We are servants and deserve no credit; we have only done our duty." (Lk. 17:10, Revised English Bible.)

To mark this swiftly passing and credit-less existence, come, read with me John Gardiner Brainard's.....

I SAW TWO CLOUDS AT MORNING

I say two clouds at morning,
Tinged with the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on,
And mingled into one:
I thought that morning cloud was blest,
It moved so sweetly to the west.

I saw two summer currents
Flow smoothly to their meeting,
And join their course, with silent force,
In peace each other greeting:
Calm was their course through banks of green,
While dimpling eddies played between.

Such be your gentle motion,
Till life's last pulse shall beat;
Like summer's beam, and summer's stream,
Float on, in joy, to meet
A calmer sea, where storms shall cease -
A purer sky, where all is peace.

Change if you must....and do it for the better.

2010-01-14T18:46:00.000-08:00

Why do we make a New Year's resolution? The answer is we want to change. We want some changes in our lives or in the way things are happening around or within us. And this is especially true when we thought of some blunders committed during the past year.

Well, change is often said to be the only thing constant in this life. Everything is in a state of flux. And this is very true with us, humans, for even while we were still in the womb of our mothers, we already went through different stages of development that made us the kind of individuals we are today.

The truth is, even now that we are said to have fully developed faculties, changes still take place. It could be a change in our body clock, an outlook, a preference - oh! just anything that would make us different from what we were a second or so ago.

Change if we must, indeed, but we ought to do it for the better. The wild in us must learn to be mild; the lazy, diligent; the cold and callous - more warm and engaging. These and more can make the world we live in a lot pleasant.

How about if we have already reached our best? There is no such thing. Rather, there are more rooms for improvement.

We can go for more! Aim high, and go for it! Don't ever say, "I can't!"

In parting, I want to share with you Edgar A. Guest's

EQUIPMENT

Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You've all that the greatest men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes
And brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say, "I can."

Look them over, the wise and great,
They take their food from a common plate,
And similar knives and forks they use,
With similar laces they tie their shoes,
The world considers them brave and smart,
But you've all they had when they made their start.

You can triumph and come to skill,
You can be great if you only will.
You're well equipped for what fight you choose,
You have legs and arms and a brain to use,
And the man who has risen great deeds to do
Began his life with no more than you.

You are the handicap you must face,
You are the one who must choose your place,
You must say where you want to go,
How much you will study the truth to know.
God has equipped you for life, but He
Lets you decide what you want to be.

Courage must come from the soul within,
The man must furnish the will to win.
So figure it out for yourself, my lad.
You were born with all that the great have had,
With your equipment they all began
Get hold of yourself, and say: "I can."

On playing our parts so well.

2010-01-13T23:24:00.000-08:00

It's 2010. To be exact two weeks have already elapsed since the arrival of the New Year. And it is common to hear people make a wish or a resolution for the new year as they bid goodbye to the old. Anyway, not one to make any hasty resolution that I cannot fulfill, I allowed some days to pass by as I made some assessments of the year that had just ended - on how well I have carried myself. Whether I have done justice to the roles I played during the entire year so I won't be making the same blunders this year, or better still, to be able to avoid them.

Yes, the world is a stage. Each of us, an actor. Each has a role to play. There are those who get to play meaty roles, while others are just bit players. Well, whatever role has been assigned to you, you owe it to yourself and to the One who assigned it to you, to play the part so well.

Of course, as in a stage production, it's not how great a role you have or the length of the lines you deliver. It's how you carry or fit yourself to make the play a success.

How many times a lead actor finds himself fuming mad for having been upstaged by a minor participant? "How dare you pull the rug under my feet?"

Actually there is no need for him to be mad. The latter was but acting his part. In truth, each character is as much important as the other, otherwise, there will be gaps to fill up and questions to answer as a break in the continuity of the storyline occurs because of a player's failure to deliver.

Play your part well. Your role may be too inconspicuous and trivial to be remembered, but rest contented in the thought that you did your part well and it spelled the difference.

I do not know if the poem below is appropriate. Anyway, it is the closest that I found tucked in my collection. Here is Madeline Bridges'

LIFE'S MIRROR

There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true,
Then give the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.

Give love, and love to your life will flow,
A strength in your utmost need,
Have faith, and a score of hearts will show
Their faith in your word and deed.

Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind;
And honor will honor meet;
And a smile that is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.

Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn,
You will gather in flowers again
The scattered seeds from your thought out borne
Though the sowing seemed but vain.

For life is the mirror of king and slave,
'Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.

Life's precious jewels truly abound.

2010-01-12T19:52:00.000-08:00

On this our side of the globe, family ties are so strong that love permeates the home the whole year round. And we do not even use the word obligated when it comes to loving our family, rather, it is an innate feeling that spontaneously spring from the heart. Hence, love is very much a part of life and loved ones are .....

LIFE'S PRECIOUS JEWELS

Life's precious jewels, greatly abound.
They're free for the taking, just look around.
Reach out for them, dig if you must -
having found some, hold them fast!

Life's precious jewels are yours to keep.
Guard them closely, else you'll weep;
For once they're lost, they may never be again found
even if you dig deeply in the ground!

We need not go far looking for them -
for life's precious jewels, oh! life's precious gems;
Like diamonds and gold are the loved ones we care -
our parents, husband/wife, children, and friends!

A loved one's smile, a pat on our shoulder,
a wonderful greeting - yes, life's precious jewels.
Waking up each morning to a warm, sweet hello,
is like gazing up to a sky of bright sapphire-blue!

Let us thank the Lord then for His wonderful gifts -
life's precious jewels -- yours, mine to keep;
A home where faith, hope, and love reside -
is a jewel that sparkles from dawn to eventide!

Have you got a friend?

2010-01-11T19:48:00.000-08:00

This morning I met a friend whose wife died more than a year ago. "How's life? Who's with you?" I asked. "My cat, the ants...." he jokingly answered. "I am used to living alone, anyway. In the monastery where I once was, we lived pretty much to ourselves," he continued. "But are there not monastic orders?" I pursued. "Yes, fried chicken, brewed coffee..."then he started laughing. Ignoring his joke I asked, "Don't you have a friend? Somebody whom you can pour your woes out?" Sensing I was rather serious. He straightened his shoulders and replied, "I haven't got any."

I held my peace.

Watching him disappear at the corner, I could only shake my head in disbelief.

Anyway, rummaging through my collection of poems, I found Robert Lewis'

IF YOU HAD A FRIEND

If you had a friend strong, simple, true,
Who knew your faults and who understood;
Who believed in the very best of you,
And who cared for you as a father would;

If you had a friend like this, I say,
So sweet and tender, so strong and true
You'd try to please him in every way
And live at your bravest, now wouldn't you?

His worth would shine in the words you praised
You'd shout his praises - yet - now how odd?
You tell me you haven't got such a friend
You haven't? - I wonder - What of God?

Come....rest a little bit.

2010-01-10T17:23:00.000-08:00

Feeling tired? I do. And it's just a day after my birthday.

Actually I have every reason to be tired. I woke up rather early this morning to attend the meeting and devotional prayer of the faculty where I am a member of. I had to be there at 6:30 in the morning. Afterward, off I went to the publication office where I also work from 7 a.m. to 4:15 p.m. (with break time at 9 a.m., and lunch at 12 noon). My class (I teach) started at 5:30 to 7:00 in the evening, then my observation schedule with students having practicum was from 8 to 9 in the evening.

9:30 found me heading for home where I came upon my loving wife equally, if not more tired, like me, as she went about the house - doing all the chores. Our two older children go home from the office rather late (the eldest due to overtime, and the second, as she goes to law school after office hours). Our 12-year-old who is home by 4:20 provides the breather, though.

Tired? You bet, we are.

Anyway, I believe we are not alone. Someone reading this may also be feeling the same. Whoever you may be, I invite you to read .....

REST

Are you weary? Rest a little bit.
In some quiet corner, fold your hands and sit.
Do not let the trials that have grieved you all the day
Haunt this quiet corner; drive them all away!
Let your heart grow empty of every thought unkind
That peace may hover round you, and joy may fill your mind.
Count up all your blessings, I'm sure they are not few,
That the dear Lord daily just bestows on you.
Soon you'll feel so rested, glad you stopped a bit,
In this quiet corner, to fold your hands and sit.

Author Unknown

A poem for my birthday.

2010-01-09T07:54:00.000-08:00

Today's my birthday. My wife and our three daughters had to busy themselves with just anything so they would be up and about when the alarm clock rings heralding the advent of January 10.

"Happy Birthday Sweetheart!" my wife was the first to greet me. "Happy Birthday Papa," chorused the children. Followed by hugs and kisses. I could only smile and pray.

To mark another milestone in my life here is my .....

WHERE LIES THE WELL-LIVED LIFE?

Five decades and seven years .....
Looking back, what do I see?
A life well-lived, friends and loved ones -
The joy of their company.

The journey's far from smooth I know.....
The weather's not always fine;
With great resolved I braved the wind -
Did I not taste some brine?

In murky deep I found myself.....
With frantic moves swam I;
Heading for the shore I shouted -
Is it my time to die?

And by a ravine's brink I teetered.....
With nary a vine upon to cling;
Just when I thought I'd breathe my last -
Eternal hope did spring.

Then one by one the years went by.....
Friends came along and go;
Not surprising, like the seasons -
There's summer sun and winter snow.

Leaves turn red, and brown in autumn.....
Snow melts down in spring;
Stone-cold hearts begin to throb -
When robins start to sing.

Where lies the well-lived life?
This you may care to ask;
Within my heart - my wife and children -
And in God's love, we bask.

Like Father, Like Son.

2010-01-08T20:30:00.000-08:00

This morning on my way to the office, I chanced upon a friend and his seven-year old son. "How does it feel to have a growing-up son?" I asked (my friend knows I have three daughters). "Oh, he's so straightforward and honest. Sometimes I feel ashamed of myself," was the casual retort. I did not pursue the conversation as we would both be late in swiping our IDs.

Watching the two disappear into the other building, I remembered Andrew Gillies.....

TWO PRAYERS

Last night my little boy confessed to me
Some childish wrong;
And kneeling at my knee,
He prayed with tears -
"Dear God, make me a man
Like Daddy - wise and strong;
I know you can."

Then while he slept
I knelt beside his bed,
Confessed my sins,
And prayed with low-bowed head.
"O God, make me a child
Like my child here -
Pure, guileless,
Trusting Thee with faith sincere."

Erasers..... anyone?

2010-01-07T17:13:00.000-08:00

Last night, our youngest daughter, who is in 1st year high school, was telling her Mother, "Thank you Mom for reminding me to bring along an eraser. It really came in handy and useful. After reading again my answers in our unit quiz, I found some wrong ones. I was able to erase and replace them with the correct answers before the bell rang."

More so in life. Words are not enough to thank whoever may have invented .....

ERASERS

Erasers are the nicest things!
Of that there is no doubt.
We write wrong words. A few quick swipes -
And big mistakes fade out.
And you will find erasers,
Of a very different kind,
Extremely helpful, if you will try
To bear these facts in mind:
When you bump someone in a crowd,
And almost knock her down,
A soft "I'm sorry!" may bring smiles
And rub out that old frown.
Apologies, invariably,
Obliterate mistakes;
And three small words, "I love you!"
Can erase the worst heartaches.

Author Unknown

Just when you thought yours is "a solitary way."

2010-01-06T19:44:00.000-08:00

Feeling rather low? So alone and lost? No need to be. Aside from our loved ones, the Father Almighty is there to lift our spirits or cheer our hearts up. And this is not impossible to achieve for .....

THERE IS A MYSTERY IN HUMAN HEARTS

There is a mystery in human hearts,
And though we be encircled by a host
Of those who love us well and are beloved,
To every one of us, from time to time,
There comes a sense of utter loneliness.
Our dearest friend is "stranger" to our joy,
And cannot realize our bitterness.
"There is no one who really understands,
No one to enter into all I feel";
Such is the cry of each of us in turn
We wander in "a solitary way."
No matter what or where our lot may be,
Each heart, mysterious even to itself,
Must live its inner life in solitude.
And would you know the reason why this is?
It is because the Lord desires our love,
In every heart He wishes to be first,
He therefore keeps the secret key himself,
To open all its chambers and to bless
With perfect sympathy and holy peace,
Each solitary soul which comes to Him.
And when beneath some heavy cross you faint,
And say, "I cannot bear this load alone," you say the truth.
God made it purposely
So heavy that you must return to Him,
The bitter grief, which "no one understands,"
Conveys a secret message from the king,
Entreating you to come to Him again.
You cannot come too often or too near.
The God of Mercy is infinite in grace,
His presence satisfies the longing soul
And those who walk with Him from day to day
Can never have "a solitary way."

Author Unknown

Rekindling the inner light.

2010-01-05T19:38:00.000-08:00

From Albert Schweitzer I gleaned the following:

"Sometimes our light goes out but is blown again into flame by an encounter with another human being. Each of us owes the deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this inner light."

I find these words of Mr. Schweitzer to be true and I can only agree. We've all had times in our lives when we desperately needed "a shot of inspiration" to move forward.

Yes, there really are times when we feel rather low. When everything seems to be at a standstill. And the sky, an overhang of gray. Then somebody, say, a friend, comes along. And with a sleight of hand everything turns bright and sunny. Then you begin to sing.....

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know dear
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

It's greatly amazing how moods suddenly change at the sight of a loved one, say, your wife or children. Their presence, a balm that soothes the heart. Office cares or work-a-day burdens, as if on cue, magically vanish, and you are simply rejuvenated.