“Awaken, Sleeper” is a poem that serves as a warning to those who are asleep, to the non-believing, unenlightened souls of this world. It is also a heavy warning to those of us who are already awake, because I believe we are in the last of our days. Dearly Beloved: we must keep watch; and to those still sleeping: awake!
An essay about Montaño sardines. Because why not?
Who you are and how busy you are should not be an impediment to your honoring God. We can honor God even while we do our laundry.
Today, while I was grocery shopping, I saw an old man buying his own.
7 APR 18. Rain. It’s raining, and it’s beautiful. I’m driving down the streets of my hometown, and the neon signs were glowing like fairy lights. Blurred by the raindrops and the glass, they seemed to shimmer. Dipolog looked unreal at that moment, and I wanted to remember it that way forever.
Around two thousand years ago, Jesus Christ, God incarnate, was born. The specific date is now lost in time— the casualty of an archaic calendar system. Suffice to say, around the coldest point of the year, a boy was born in a manger. They named him Emmanuel: “God with us.” I wonder what it was […]
Don’t read this. It’s poison for your soul– but it cleansed mine in the writing of it. I rather you not be contaminated by the toxicity.
“Son of Heav’n and Earth Attend: That thou art happy, owe to God, That thou continu’st such, owe to thyself.” — John Milton
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heav’n of Hell, a hell of Heav’n.” — John Milton
Translation: Listen to the voiceless They killed Kian The funeral march is finished The mother has been interviewed There is no resolution yet She said he will not rise The child who had been buried And where are the voices Of our generation? No one listened to The rebellious students Who they say keep on […]