Praised be God who gives his Ways

Praised be God
The fountain of wisdom
Who've showered me His reason
To live in peace
To preach about love.

His words are the light of my way
The star on my journey
The hand that moves me where.

Peace be His end
And love be His will.
Let all these be done,
So that heaven may come.

I AM CURSED!

I am cursed ain't I?
Why does this feeling,
This their so-called love,
Suffers me so much?

Have you bewitched me?
What spell did you cast?
Take me out of here
From that pain you bring

Do you punish me?
What wrong did I do?
If so, forgive me,
I swear innocence

For I fall on you
Yet you catch me not
You give no return
And you'd never will

O Lord on high
Help me out of this snare
Do I merit all?
Unloved by my love.

Seminary Life Haikus

Happened to be nostalgic of these moments...

Rising Hours

Bell rings long at dawn
All men rise from their night sleep
The day starts again

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Angelus

High noon, the bell rings
All men stop, silence and pray
It's the Angelus

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Liturgy of the Hours

In chapel, dim lit
Silence must and does prevail
We all meditate

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Night Sleep

Dark, still, and cold night,
Lights turned off, crickets singing
In God's peace, we sleep