Be still and know that I am God...

   
     It has been ten days since my last post. I got too occupied with work in the office, family concerns, church and community activities and health problem. There were days when my schedules tangled, leaving me so anxious and stressed out. I seemed angry but I was not. I was just frustrated because I couldn't get things done.
                       
                           "Be still and know that I am God."

     I longed for silence. I wanted to be alone. I needed a break. I asked myself as to why I had these feelings when everything that I was doing was for the Lord.  When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is to clasp my hands in prayer. Still, feelings of inadequacies and anxiety beset me.  I was overwhelmed.

                           "Be still and know that I am God."

     "Be still."  I heard this whisper.  "...and know that I am GOD." ...it continued and persisted. Shutting myself away in prayer, in the comfort of my room, I closed my eyes and listened to that loving and assuring whisper..God was speaking to my heart.

                         "Be still and know that I am God."

        Life in this present age can be too burdensome and all I needed that moment was a breather...a pause....a prayer....to be spiritually calm....to be still before God and know that He is God, my strength and refuge, a very present help in times of trouble, my God who never fails in His promises.

                         "Be still and know that I am God." (Psalm 46:10)

I am cold...

I am cold...wet...
.....drenched to the skin under the rain.
No where to rest my filthy, skinny and tired body.
The typhoon strongly hit our place
      leaving people homeless, hungry, desolate..
I envy them for they only have it now..

Me? For the longest time I have been searching around, anywhere, everywhere..
       a narrow space on a pavement in a dimly lit street corner is all i want
where I can lie down, stretch my body and close my eyes..
       and dream that I would never open them again.

What good will it bring to see the world in the morning...
      where all the debris and remnants of the typhoon are scattered?
No one will even notice my frail body on the ground
      alongside with the ruins, the debris from last night's ravaging storm...

Everyday, the storm of poverty hits me....repeatedly and with no mercy..
      No food, no home, no one around to keep me warm...
          Just me..

           And so, I am always.....cold.


Note: I wrote this poem last  night as I remember the little girl lying on a piece of cardboard outside the gate of St. Paul the Apostle Parish in Quezon City. I wonder where could she be at the height of Typhoon Pedring? God, save her please....I am sorry, I can only pray for her at the moment.   
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