Grace abounds each day
You light up the darkest days
With your tender love
One Morning, At Waterloo Road
Stop. Look. Listen.
February of 2016.
It was early morning. I am walking at the streets along Waterloo Road.
The wind was cold, the roads were empty, and the signs were clear that I was going to be a great day ahead. Cars were like fast lightning, chasing each other.
When I was little, I like to go to museums.
I stare at each work of art that surrounds me.
One by one, I learn about the history of each work of art and how it was crafted.
Isang salitang may kaakibat na matatamis at matatalinghagang diwa
To My Future Self
To my future self:
Life has hit you so many times,
That almost led you to banging doors,