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Waiting for Advent
Waiting,
Like Nanay Deding waiting for Tatay Larry
Who went fishing one moonless night
Hoping that squids and lobsters would fill the boat
For another day of struggle to fill up the gaps of life.
Like the caterpillar
Selflessly giving his all
To one day see the cocoon
Become a butterfly
And be a hope for the flowers.
Like the candle that lits the dark corner
Of an empty room and an empty soul
Burning itself to die
Giving all for the sake of the other.
Waiting for Advent
After a freezing wind dampens the body of a boy
Looking for a father who never came back
After promising a kite for summer.
When one gets old and the bones complain
Advent is not mere candles of violet and pink
But of something more closer to the heart
It is actually longing for God to ease some pain
And make the manger alive again
It is life, no more, no less.
November 13, 2008
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