If Ever I Would Leave You

If ever I would leave you, it wouldn’t be in summer
Seeing you in summer, I never would go
Your hair streaked with sunlight, your lips red as flame
Your face with a luster that puts gold to shame

But if I’d ever leave you, it couldn’t be in autumn
How I’d leave in autumn, I never will know
I’ve seen how you sparkle when fall nips the air
I know you in autumn and I must be there

And could I leave you running merrily through the snow
Or on a wintry evening when you catch the fire’s glow

If ever I would leave you, how could it be in springtime
Knowing how in spring I’m bewitched by you so
Oh, no, not in springtime, summer, winter, or fall
No never could I leave you at all

— Artist: Andy Williams, (Warm and Willing, 1962)
Originally from the Musical “Camelot”
Words by Alan Jay Lerner
Music by Frederick Loewe

Sonnet XXIX

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,— and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate,;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

--  William Shakespeare

Welcome to Our World

Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You’ve been promised, we’ve been waiting
Welcome Holy Child
Welcome Holy Child

Hope that you don’t mind our manger
How I wish we would have known
But long-awaited Holy Stranger
Make Yourself at home
Please make Yourself at home

Bring Your peace into our violence
Bid our hungry souls be filled
Word now breaking Heaven’s silence
Welcome to our world
Welcome to our world

Fragile finger sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born

So wrap our injured flesh around You
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our world

— words and lyrics by Chris Rice
Album: Deep Enough to Dream; 1997

Empty Chairs

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night

Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flameAnd I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you’d go
Until you did
I never thought you would

Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that’s dead

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you’d go
Until you did
I never thought you would

Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you’d leave, until you went

Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories
I can’t forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs

And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you’d go
Until you did
I never thought you would

–words and music by Don Mclean
Album: American Pie; 1971

Sonnet XVII

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

— Pablo Neruda
Anthology: 100 Love Sonnets; 1960

Em Bak!! (“I’m Back!”, Random Updates)

Finally! After a very long silence, I’m back with a few updates on what happened to me. Yey!

First, according to TTLB Ecosystem, I am now a Multicellular Microorganism! Woohoo! This is a great achievement for me because I didn’t expect for people to actually read my posts. I even saw some blogs where they included my blog in their recommended links! Although I remember forcing a friend to add my link on her site. Haha! Thanks Karen…and Kuya Ganns…and Jake…and to all of you! I won’t be able to go this far if not because of you. *blows nose*

Second, a few weeks ago I met up with my good friend Jonathan Macapallag whom I met, almost two years ago, during the CineEuropa Festival at SM Megamall. Now, he is almost my height but still the jolly, crazy person that I met two years ago. Mind you, he didn’t cease in reiterating that I got SO fat! Nyahaha! Just like before, I was amazed by how fiery this lad is when it comes to God’s ministry even at a young age. Continue living and winning for God bro. You are a blessing. Next time we meet up, ako naman ang ililibre mo. Mwahaha!

Third, it is true that when God tells you to do something, He uses His words and the people around you for you to get the message. He did the same to me last week. This time, He made sure that I will be able to “hear” it.

“I just wanna encourage you still, bro. GO AND MAKE DISCIPLES. You will never be ready bro unless you step up in faith. You will mature as you minister. It’s a great honor and privilege to be used by God in discipling the nation.” Those were Andrew’s words to me when I texted him one night, saying I think I’m not yet ready to have disciples. That’s what I felt during that time. Michael W. Smith said we can never lead anybody anywhere we’ve never been. Right now, in front of Him, I feel like I haven’t gone far enough to be able to lead anybody towards Him. But everything changed when I attended care group last thursday night. After the praise and worship, everybody started praying about obedience, standing up in faith and just obey God and go out to the field and be…harvesters… fishers of men. The fruits are ripe and He needs harvesters, reapers. I was able to do nothing but cry and ask for forgiveness. I’ve been paralyzed by my own fear and insecurities. I didn’t have faith. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to go out of my comfort zone. That was my problem.
Writing about it, I asked myself, “What heppened to ‘BE STILL’? Have I forgotten my goals for this year? ”

2 Chronicles 20:17 says, “You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the LORD will give you… Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them…, and the LORD will be with you.” I do not have to fight this battle.. I just have to be still and keep close to Him…