Dear Lord


Dear Lord,

I remember our days together
Like ripples of tide
Let my memories sink into You
Play with me like a child
Like I never tire
But only believe You
Let me seek You all the days of my life
Now and forever

/feb 19, 2018.rosevoc


Cirilo F. Bautista. Second Advisory

When you fall in love it’s best
not to listen to your heart. You’ll make mistakes
like thinking the dark clouds enfolding the belfry
are guardian angels, and the flowers in the plaza–
those gorgeous roses and violets–are not for sale.
Love does not conquer commerce,
the world moves on full stomach,
and what are those that look like crows clawing
at a piece of meat? Lovers on the run, afraid
of sleeping and cherishing what they
will eventually lose.
Things change as the weather changes,
hooked to beginnings and the fallibility
of beginnings, one eye alone
without a center of gravity. So easily
is the heart fooled by foolish occasions
in glorious blend with pride and moonlight
till the island tilts against coconut trees
and the ship, ah! the precious ship of this or that
golden thing, runs aground, and is that not enough?
No, it is never enough. The lovers may swim
to the shore and plot another tomorrow,
young as they are, and daring. They will restore
the stars to the sky, the trees to the mountain
and a passage of violin music to the valley,
they will get sick, they will not die and thus
suffer an impatience for wings to close the distance
between them though they are together.
The dare is in not caring how long it will take them
to do it, the joy in knowing that
they can partake of time. Once you know that,
the knots unravel. You look at the water,
you see the water, if you look at boats you see boats–
love sharp-edged, used to forebodings, faith-encrusted crown.
This is when you close the door of your heart, the windows, too, and hope that the four winds do not
ritualize your love into an obsolete song.
~ Cirilo F. Bautista

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Tender Silence

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Tender Silence

I can still smell your presence next to me
How can I explain the look in your eyes?
How can I explain the hand movements,
The hush of breath in that midnight?
Your head leans, tilt on my chair
And I – opt for the window
I am frightened of the flowing fire,
Sick of the rustle and dark mass that breaks,
Shaking from a promise
Who would want to hear the coldness of
Hands that hold nothing?
I look at you, track of my memories rush
“It looks like a good road in your sleep.”
You – still – Unbroken –
Your legs spread wide
Your bones fitting my thighs,
For a while, then for a long time
I must remember I am a prayer
And you are my suplica,
You are my radiant dawn
Frames of our bodies hold close for warmth,
Soaked in the night wind
I touch you, wake you up
To pee or breathe air
You rise. Brush, our bodies,
Melt in each other’s back –
Swiftly relieved from the friction of life
As if we were both trained in a blaze
And flowing mountain lava.
Thoughts of a fire rock on ridges we have yet to pass
Raging old songs from my throat
I, scared as a kid clutch on your thigh
Chanting – Jesus mercy!
Your eyes are asking —
The kid in me in your guardianship
Soon we will arrive
And again, we give thanks to God.
With all my heart
I could have kissed and make us one
Lean you on my chest, skin on skin
You, pure as dawn, tenderly
Make me cry.

Rosevoc. january 25, 2018
For x0lim

December Sonnet. 3 Love

Engraved on sky, your love to us so true
Blessed are we, blessed in a Father’s delight
A baby born on earth shines forth tonight
Believe in God now, here for me and you

Kneel and adore in prayers, old and new
To one great King, holy immortal light
Guide in thy care, make our homes in Your sight
With angels’ strength, duties let us pursue

O Divine Love, holy God, mighty One
We adore, we repent, we thank and seek
Be near, O hear what we ask from the Son

Like miracles big and small heaven brings
Like happy bells sound when the angels sing
See best of all God’s love and smiles on cheeks!