Jonah: The Square Peg in a Round Hole

The book of Jonah was written anonymously, though most believe that Jonah himself was the writer. It is one book of the bible where people would easily go, "Been there, done that". We all know the story; he was a ‘chicken’ prophet who was too scared to do the will of God. God punished him by getting a fish to macerate him. He realized his mistake, repented and went back to doing what God called him to do. And we all know he was just, as most theologians would put it, a ‘minor’ prophet. But in all this, there is more to him than what meets the eye. As anyone from RZIM would say, "Let’s put this stuff into context..!", and it’s to the context where I’m going.

Sigh

Goodbye, something so hard to fathom

So bitter, yet always, dissolves in sweetness

Sweetness in blissful memories, simple lovable euphoria

One that kindles your heart, elation that makes it beat faster

Faster with love, love with tears, tears of joy

Joy of saying a Goodbye...

It's hard saying goodbye

Excruciating it becomes, you realize

You'll never spend those moments again

Never to see them. Ever.

Ever is a strong word, even for me

But deep down you know it’s true...

You wish you could rewind...

You imagine you could go back, do it all again...

Lost in fantasy, this time better,

Spending more with them

But it melts, as reality grasps

You can’t. You just can’t...

What were you doing? All those times? When they were still there?

When time was in its abundance?

A thought struck your mind, Once.

The day was Inescapable. Inevitable. Irrevocable.

Fateful. Destined.

The time to say goodbye would eventually come...

Yet you shunned that thought

Contended yourself; they are always there

Lot more to go through, lot more to do,

A lot of time before that fatal day arrives.

And before you know it;

It’s all gone!

You give a hug. You so badly don’t want to let go

You want to hold them closer

Yet you say that dreadful word;

Goodbye...

Terribly, trying to control those tears,

holding them back…

You watch them fade into the distance

Slowly, their eyes to the ground.

Too heavy to look up, too anguished to turn back.

Waning. Disappearing. Fading. Melancholy.

The ground chills. Shivers creep you, the realization crushes you...

You’re never going to see them again…

All your noesis screaming at you, Run!

Run behind them! Catch them! Hold Them!

And do everything once more…

Just one more time… But you can’t…

Your heart tells you its goodbye. For good.

Nothing can be done; yet a lot more that could’ve been done...

And they turn into that despicable corner; you no longer see them

You want to burst, you want to scream.

The instant they disappear from your sight; You pray.

That it was all a dream, you'll be awake soon,

You'll get to do it all again. All happy! All blissful!

But that thought pops with your heart throbbing...

You pray they’ll turn around

They’ll come back.

You stare at that empty street. Your eyes hurt.

Please, turn back.

But they don’t. They’re gone.

Never to look back again...

You pray your paths will cross again.

You will meet again. Somewhere, someplace...

You grab this possibility and gouge it.

You wish it would be true...

You would have more moments again, more laughs, more fun,

more tears, more fights, more freakouts…

You run into your empty room

You scream ‘WHY?!’,

You cry

It’s okay to cry.

Scream.

Let it all out. And pray...

You pray, you pray...

But all you have are those indelible memories

Adore them

Love them

Cherish them

Never let them go, for that might be all you get in this lifetime...

One more time

To do things differently

To love more

To crack those jokes you’ve held back

To talk more

To open up to them. To let them open up

To treasure more

To hold their hearts. Just one more time…

Please...

This time, with love than with anger

This time, without a gloomy face.

This time, to make them happy.

This time, to make them laugh.

This time, to smile at them.

Oh I wish… I wish…. I wish….

My heart aches.

So bad.

So heavy. Its bursts.

A gaping hole is all that remains.

I lie on my bed.

I let those held back tears flow.

Never again. I promise.

We’ll keep our remaining days with such fervor

That saying goodbye would be just senseless.

We’ll do everything

That we can hope to do and more.

Oh, we would achieve it.

A day won’t go by

That I won’t be reminded of you.

I’ll forever shout it from the rooftops.

Those days we set on fire.

My memories forever mine.

My memories forever yours...

I look for the day they'll return...

I bane, for a final Kiss.

And they throw it to me.

One last touch…

A Goodbye…
....

“The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same. There’s always a scar, which is meant, I guess, to remind you that even for a little while, someone made your heart beat faster. And that’s a scar you can live with, proudly, all the days of your life.”
~ Augustus Hill

God bless you guys...!

The Bloody River

 

Before anything; know that you do not need the story of how a person was saved to realize that something has changed in his life. You absolutely do NOT need a testimony; ‘cause all you have to do is to open your eyes, and take a good look at him. The Bible says you will know a person by his fruits. A good tree cannot bear bad fruits and vice versa. And it won’t take anything to realize if a tree is good or bad  (if you believe the Bible that is…). That is the only way you’ll know if anything at all is really true.

This entry is long, grueling, beyond uncanny and painstakingly boring. You need not read all of this at all. But it’s there for my happiness and my closure on certain matters. It’s the very reason why this blog was created, the essence of it all; that someday I might go about and write what goes through my head. And it did take some time to get over it, but I did, and here it is: My thoughts in a thought...

In my most demented times, I wonder at the marvel; of how I was introduced to Christ. Not as just a goody do good person, but as a God; my God, as my savior, as my father, brother and friend… Though, the only thing that stood in my way was my foolhardy intellect. I faintly remember the first few stories I’ve heard about Him ‘back in the days’, those stories about a cool Dude walking on water, about those ‘Be still’ stories, and my! Water into wine! About Jonah and the fish, about David, Noah and the Ark. Stories that was fascinating to me as a child. I guess we all begin the same way; hear these as just ‘stories’ and around 20 years later (or way less), if you allow it, these stories will become a cherished history… Your history. Then it becomes all about the Kingdom you’ve just entered, all of its hosts applauding your entry; a Kingdom with a King who came to you disguised, who so dolefully gave away His precious life for your idiocy and paid the full price for your ingress; such and such in a huge calamitous divine collision. Know that He wants to incur an endearing beautiful exchange with you. All you’ve got to do is, for once; put away that intellect of yours, and open your hearts to believe. The rest is sure to follow.

The Cocksure Fantasy

Hey the haughty river, flowing unrecognized
Arrogance runs your ripples
Exacerbation your motive, temper the sword
And surely, it cuts too deep
Too deep to salve

You scathe everyone, nasty foulness
The tight wounds you conceive
You sew its threads with care, yet you rip it apart
Pain, Pain and Pain again…
None in your path, all equal in your selfish eyes

Like a bloody wizard in winter,
You foretell your deceitful future
Anger and disconcert in it all...
You sin like there's no God

Your stench, your vomit,
your soils, all a curse

You bastard, you the perfect hypocrite…
You mongrel, a whore
Dark and doughty, black and lame
Flowing swift and aimless
You bring nothing save harm

But, you want to let go...
You want to rush off the edge…
You can see the horizon and I can feel the zenith…
It’s there, yeah…
Please… Drown, let it go... and change…

Why does your heart break every time…?
Oh why don’t you tame yourself…?
  Why oh river?... Why do you flow through me...?
Why? Why are you me?
God...

The Perfect Hypocrite

hyp-o-crite /ˈhipəˌkrit/ :  If you don't walk the walk, it's probably best not to talk the talk.

The critical mind would be mystified by me, a fool when climacteric decisions are to be made. But, this isn’t about decisions or the fools; it’s about me or rather my own foolhardy world, a cocoon that I weaved for my own expiation. It’s a perfect synonymy, a harmonious embodiment. I expelled myself from the outside world, coercing myself to see with this new shade of color. And I saw bliss, I saw beauty, I saw contentment, an arcadian life, and I saw God. STOP! Because it wasn’t God I saw. Contrarily, I saw an illusion of him, an illusion I made up. For months I played around with this illusion. Talking with people, influencing them, and changing them; all through with my own private rustic world. And it was this dissemblance, this ‘lip service’ that brought many people to God, the real God. I hold my answers to them as true and legible; contemporary enough for the modern world (as I never held down any fast orthodox principles). And I was good at it, good at being an act. Acting all through, always, whenever I was with anyone, never showing my true self. And they believed, the nits!