"Lord, punuin niyo po ng angels niyo bawat sulok ng kwarto ko, bawat sulok ng bahay namin..." As a child aged 7, to God I'd always imagine and pray to be surrounded by angels exactly like this scene below:
What better time to ask for the Holy Spirit and His messengers to guard over me but today, during the daily hours I get afraid and disturbed. I made this poem a month ago, a reminder that amidst my internal wars, someone watched over, covered, and comforted me. To my angels, I am grateful.
A chapbook of poetry, of guardians seen and unseen, who touch and to touch.
Mycelium by the Door
The clock struck 25 past midnight
To find doors within sight
Closed on all fours, no handle within reach
Creeping rails and stiles styled in the ancients
Haunted, I lay outside captured among the gold fields
The rice falling from the chaffe
Two doors side by side, wolves charged changing guards
Challenged I am I tamed
One shut— I cannot leave; hence not live
The other sealed a scarlet thumb pushed open
Where they took me in to nurse
There he held my hands unclenched from a fist hurled at prickly heat
As sour grapes pressed down my ear
They warmed my back turned cold and alone
Of the armour I wear like a soldier by the door
He cooled my face when it boiled
My mind blinking, eyes whipped blind once more
There He called my name, dusted off its letters
Tore spiders' webs inside, He knit my mind at once
Lost pearls He strings through a needle from the hays
He fingerprints Aurora's heart asleep on the ocean floor by the day
Her spirit guards round the clock in 7
The Law of the seas, no struts to cross the heavens
The good declared through 70 times 7
Its cost unsunk by 777
Not to shut, a door appears open
The breath of myceliums alive from the den
Another poem I wrote below for one of my many angels I've known through my darkest months, memories of which and of him I forget so often as I fight to recover much peace in silence this year.
Cyclops
He pronounced and I heard
Once in many ways
Dosed in ounces
Deck 08
Ones in countless ounces
Clues though and when clueless
The things he did for me
Which now in confusion
And at times without sense I often forget
Four loves from two
Here, I hear in Romania
Yet in two, a Miame
Kittens singing in Ephesus
Like I was 10 through more than 80 days
My roads which traveled thru many a word
My Microsoft Encarta world
The Sahara— to desert raining dogs in cats
A frozen Anna defrosted back to Elsa
My highest mountain in Mt. Fuji
— to recover, the ark after the flood
Paul in Constantinople, John in Turk turbine
Brisbane— though an arrow shot
Further grilled into a 20-peso bill
Only to be drawn back towards the hill
Where He fed two thousand
From two fish with loaves revealed as hidden manna
Where I heard where birds are
And saw permanence in mountain ranges so created
Yet chaos in noises beyond so dispersed
I'm crossed, I cross, my cross he crossed
Like Christ who covered my shame
And when I'm Malay, he says Quebec
"The sun rising from the west, the third quad
Which falls on grass, fenced the house on the second
Shading the road that should have shone
Natural for the first, shading itself"
So in Mactan, a Lapu-lapu
My battle cry I can no longer endure
Losing life on earth I can no longer live
To trust I am being saved
Thru patterns I am shifted in, withdrawn from
In cold waters to feel the warmth of kinship
— A radiance to hold and see the truth
In knowing my faith in Him will save
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