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How could the Lord for our sake part the sea
And choose full well a folk that evil knew?
Passion, greed, and cruelty each Jew
Possessed with Egypt's children equally.
Yet those the Lord anointed as His own,

Passing over them on vengeance bent,
After many centuries to repent,
Still have, like other humans, hearts of stone.
So must we understand the Lord's high will
On us to place a burden, not a crown.
Vivid though His love, we lay it down
Even as we think we bear it still,
Righteous in our hearts, yet doing ill.
 

MY HUSBAND CHEATS. I LOOK THE OTHER WAY

My husband cheats. I look the other way.
For the children, of course. I myself am worthless,
Stupid. Humiliation suits me. Each day
I steel myself for words each day more vicious.
But you are like a rainbow in my sky.
I look at you and know life can be good.
You call me gorgeous, I don't wonder why.
And happiness shines through me, as it should.
You, too, bear a cross: Your friend has cancer,
And you will not desert her. I agree.
Our love must be a question, not an answer,
A distant light on hills we cannot see.
Perhaps we are both fools to sacrifice,
Yet in such love is where true beauty lies.
.

My heart is like a symphony
That sings of only pain.
Of all that makes a life worthwhile,
Only you remain.

Only in the thought of you
Safe and cared for well
Can I find happiness within
My self-inflicted hell.

Only in my love for you
Is there sufficient grace
For me to want to live at all
In this forsaken place.

Ah, God! Were life not beautiful
And love not full of light,
I could, perhaps, embrace the rage
Of an embittered night.

But as it is, I cannot help
But hope for what might be:
That though I gave you up, you might
Someday, somehow love me

I know her since from the start. She is a woman full of happiness outside, but in the deepest of her heart, there were sadness, guilt, regrets, and hatred. She never let people see her being vulnerable, but she wants people admire her for being so strong. I know her… she often chose to keep the bitterness inside, than let it share to others.
She had experienced a lot of troubles inside and outside her family. There were times she wanted to give up, but she never did it because she stands to her words “No give ups”. I remember one time she told me, that she was not loved by everybody. She could feel it. Even to her closest relatives she could feel that she was not belong to them. For them, she was a “blacksheep”.
A black sheep.. How did she became a black sheep to them? I cant think of any reasons. Then she continue telling me, “there is a part of my self that i didnt know, and i hate it why it had existed”. This lines from her made me think so deep.. the lines seems so unclear to me.
It took so long, till finally we reconnected. And I knew from her that she already had her own family, she told me and so far she is happy. But one thing that has changed about her, she told me that she had gave up for being numb. There were times that she cried because of her partner. I asked her WHY? She answered, “Once you LOVED, all your principles will not be a big deal anymore”.

"mabuhay ang Pilipinas! mabuhay ang Pilipinas!",
itali mo muna ang iyong sintas,
at baka ka biglang sunggabin ni Hudas,

kay kapal ng plaka sa iyong mga mata,
subalit iyong sinabi na ika'y nakakita,
at nakadama ng matinding pagdurusa,

pera, puro na lang pera,
sige pumatay pa, punyeta ka,
para kang isang tali ng sampaguita,

sa ningning ng piso,
itutumbas sa isang patak ng dugo,
gagawin ang lahat para sa iyong namatay na luho,

nagbago nga ba mula noon at ngayon,
subalit iyan pa rin ang iyong lason,
di naawa sa mga pusong sa isang butas ay ibinaon,

oo na lang kung sakaling manalo,
oo na lang dahil tayo ang bobo,
hindi naman natin alam na siya pala'y isa nanamang loko,

na muling hahawak sa ating kapalaran,
at ang ating watawat nawa maging basahan,
para lamang sa kislap ng ginto tayo'y iirapan.

it's irritating,
how my clock ticks in this disturbing silence,

it's not its fault i understand,
no, that it knows nothing more but to run circles around dots,

but still i'm annoyed,
that it dwells on the same dot for days due to some malfunction,

just like i am with you,
and my inability to progress into anew due to some malfunction,

terrified of letting this spot go,
for i know not who else there is to love other than you,

even when i am set free to run another lap,
but the dots look alike, your face i see in them,

and my comrades -- mr. tall and ms. short,
they help none that our reunion only lasts a moment,

all we like clockwork at one point or another,
and moving on is answerable by purchasing a new one,

to dwell in once again a new dilemma,
a new set of dots.

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