Sunday, July 6, 2008

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Mr. Jubelle S. Barila

Who am I? They often tell me
I stepped from my cell’s confinement
Calmly, cheerfully, firmly,
Like a squire from his country-house.
Who am I? They often tell me
I used to speak to my warders
Freely and friendly and clearly,
As though it were mine to command.
Who am I? They also tell me

I bore the days of misfortune
Equally, smilingly, proudly,
Like one accustomed to win.

Am I then really all that which other men tell of?
Or am I only what I myself know of myself?
Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,
Struggling for breath, as though hands were
compressing my throat,
Yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds,
Thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,
Tossing in expectation of great events,
Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,
Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,
Faint, and ready to say farewell to it all?





Who am I? This or the other?Am I one person today
and tomorrow another?Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others,
And before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling?
Or is something within me still like a beaten army,
Fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?
Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.
Whoever I am, Thou knowest, 0 God, I am Thine!










Mr. Pocholo Immanuel A. Pabillaran






Who am I?That the Lord of all the earth,Would care to know my name,Would care to feel my hurt,Who am I?That the Bright and Morning Star,Would choose to light the way,For my ever wandering heartNot because of who I am,But because of what You've done,Not because of what I've done,But because of who You areI am a flower quickly fading,Here today and gone tomorrow,A wave tossed in the ocean (ocean),A vapor in the wind,Still You hear me when I'm calling,Lord, You catch me when I'm falling,And You've told me who I am…I am Yours…I am YoursWho am I?That the eyes that see my sin,Would look on me with love,And watch me rise again,Who am I?That the voice that calmed the sea,Would call out through the rain,And calm the storm in meNot because of who I am,But because of what You've done,Not because of what I've done,But because of who You areI am a flower quickly fading,Here today and gone tomorrow,A wave tossed in the ocean (ocean),A vapor in the wind,Still You hear me when I'm calling,Lord, You catch me when I'm falling,And You've told me who I am...




I am YoursNot because of who I am,But because of what You've done,Not because of what I've done,But because of who You are I am a flower quickly fading,Here today and gone tomorrow,A wave tossed in the ocean (ocean),A vapor in the wind,Still You hear me when I'm calling,Lord, You catch me when I'm falling,And You've told me who I am...I am YoursI am Yours…I am YoursWhom shall I fear?...Whom shall I fear?'Cause I am Yours…I am Yours

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Wednesday, July 2, 2008

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In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.