“Stove off… dirty kitchen lights off… washing machine off and cleaned…,” Ellen gave one last look at the area to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. “Mommy?” Bruce asked. “Yes, honey, need anything?” she locked the back door. “Can you please check the list I made?” the boy...
The priest had wrapped the Blessed Sacrament with the benediction veil and clutched the covered sacred vessel close to his chest. He then proceeded towards the altar where he was going to place our Lord for the midnight vigil. At one moment, for about a...
“What did Philip say?” “I just texted him, Master! Unfortunately, there’s no signal in this area!” “Why don’t you find a where there’s a stronger signal.” “Okay …!” Jude surveyed the place for a more prominent place. “How many people do you think are there?” the man asked. “Perhaps, about...
God created man unto His image and likeness...
It is always pleasant and mentally therapeutic to walk along the shore of any calm and scenic beach. Boracay is obviously not one of them in my list of fun beaches. Anyways, as a child I enjoyed beach-combing with my father. He didn’t only love...
The mother proudly asked her daughter to recite to me a childish poem she had just memorized. The poem thanked God for not giving wings to cows because if it had been so, walking outside would be such a precarious thing if the cows decided...
“Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.” (Joyce Kilmer) This line ends a poem we once memorized back in high school. I was so touched by the imagery it contained, but even more when dad –who knew the poem...
The man was entering his final moments… He was alternately shifting from a state of consciousness to unconsciousness. His speech was slurred and illogical. The relatives –especially his children– were more anxious than sorrowful. Anxious because they knew he had a total of 5 billion...
The scene opens with a schoolboy running into a dark forlorn building. Outside there is a brewing thunderstorm that sends stray gusts of wind violently shaking the dark weather-worn leafless gnarled trees that miraculously survive in such a desolate and dry school grounds. A stern-looking, unfeeling...
There are games that can be played alone and there are much more games that are best played and enjoyed with others. I recall back in high school how, after our last afternoon class, we would congregate in one of the many cul-de-sacs. No one was...
