Points to Wonder

some scenes from the film " LIFE " which we have clearly seen but hardly understood …

FAITH HOPE AND LOVE

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I was once employed by a very good man, the late Atty. Sinforoso de los Reyes of Davao City. When I was assigned to one of his properties in Madaum, Tagum (not yet a city then), Itook time to write things there. Here is one:

FAITH HOPE and LOVE

Feb 24,26/’76
Madaum. Tagum

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RE-AFFIRMATION TO MY LIFE’S DEDICATION

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I wrote this as a man in his later years, toiling under the heat of the sun as my father Teofilo (RIP) did. The romantic beauty of the interiors of Cadunan in Mabini Davao del Norte provided me countless ideas enough to fill pages of a modest book. My most meaningful (to me) works are written there, like TO YOU MY SON. Its rolling hills with the cool brooks were so fascinating that I promised to myself I will be back there someday to behold its beauty– and perhaps write there– once more. I know Totong Awoman, our neighbor then, will still share his “sinudsoran”. I hope…


RE-AFFIRMATION to MY LIFE’S DEDICATION
by doroastig mid’77

with your love, i am now what I am told
with gray hair i know i have lived so long
i can not repay you with silver nor with gold
only my whole self– an an ardent song

i shall sing to you the song of praise
the song of thanks and of adoration
i shall sing from my heart with bent knees
i shall make you the object of my meditation

for the life in the fields, the murmur of brooks
the peace in the sky, the love in the breeze
the beauty in flowers, the care from the folks
i shall gaily sing for them a lively song of praise

for the seas and hills, the valleys and plain
for every drop of rain that all-year round you bring
for the rays of the sun that shine on the grains
a sincere song of thanks i shall joyfully sing

for every hope and inspiration your beauty yield
for every morn broken, for every flower borne
for every dream fulfilled with your bountiful field
i shall sing for you the solemn adoration song

when lightning strike and quake mightily shake
when storm furiously blow and thunder angrily roar
when fear and confusion will stir the minds of the weak
i shall comfort them– they are whom i lived for

when there will be droughts and your brooks will run dry
when the fields crack and the shady trees’ leaves fall
when the sun will ceaselessly burn in the sky
i shall shed my tears to refresh your thirsty soul

when there will be floods and your treasure be drifted away
when the birds shiver and the flowers lose their charm
when the rain will continue to pour all day i shall offer
my breast to make your cold heart warm

i know i have but a single life to live
it maybe filled with joy more than a heart could bear
still, this blissful life i shall willingly give
for you, the the edge of grave i shall never fear

i know i have a lone death to die
it maybe filled with blood and strife and pain
still, i shall take that death without a sigh
what i lose for you will be counted as my gain

the sharp claws of death can do me no harm
its fangs may pierce me like a double-edged knife
i maybe torn to pieces but my heart shall remain warm
to serve just you till the last speck of my life

the wide mouth of death can swallow me not
dust and ashes i may become in my final rest
tho’ the wear of time will make the mortal in me rot
i know somewhere in your heart i shall forever exist!


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TO YOU MY SON

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This one was written when I was 26 and still a bachelor in the interiors of Cadunan in Mabini, Davao del Norte then (now Comval Province). My father, Teofilo (RIP), used to have a farm there, alongside Totong Awoman’s. I pictured myself speaking words of wisdom to a handsome son.

Five years later, I got married to Nelly Decena of Sasa, Davao City and was blessed later with five beautiful children– four pretty girls and only one handsome boy. If I knew beforehand that this would be, I should have entitled this “TO YOU MY SONS


TO YOU, MY SON

by doroastig

you can fruitfully live a life, son
it is not hard tho’ at first it seems
all you have to do is to follow the PLAN
to get for yourself the IMMORTAL GEMS

you must make yourself firm and strong
stick to what the gray-headed folks said
on all your ways you’ll never get wrong
as you search for the treasure TIME laid

all have tried but failed to find
for they search for it in far-away lands
nowhere can be found is the treasure sign
for it is just inside our hearts, my son

faithfully till your heart’s fertile farms
sow on it only righteous and aged seeds
care for them with soily but unstained arms
they will yield fruits more than your needs

don’t let droughts loosen your faith
nor scanty harvests diminish your hope
stay firm and strong– do not quit
do not let your broad shoulders droop

listen to the songs sung by your folks
observe the skillful dances they do
they are life’s crystal-clear brooks
reflecting images so clear and so true

boast not you can break a bar of steel
tho’ it’s true only youthful shoulders can
but in the face of life’s spinning wheel
mightier is the gray head of an old man

boast not you can tame a bull so wild
yes, only strong arms can break its horns apart
but in the minds whose thoughts are not of a child
stronger is he who can tame his own heart

fear not the thorny stick TIME sometimes whip
just be yourself, leave its wounds as they bleed
bear with the pain tho’ within your spirit they creep
to endure with it, strong faith is all you need

fear not the violence of life’s deceitful wars
fight back for the right, be strong, be brave
fight unto mortal death tho’ you be filled with scars
REAL LIFE emanates from a RIGHTEOUS MAN’S GRAVE !


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THE PASSION OF CHRIST

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Today is the 21st day of March, 2008, Good Friday. I  just watched The Passion of the Christ. I exactly don’t know how many times i have seen this, maybe 15, or maybe more, but i haven’t yet understood the real story. That Jesus was betrayed by Judas, yes. That He was scourged and crucified for this betrayal, yes. That He died and resurrected, yes. The plot is clear. The sequences are in order.

Still, something is missing. What it is, I really don’t know. Maybe I will watch it again, and again, to grasp it.

I remember when i was on the third grade. I was then 10 years old. The school was Bongabong Elementary, a public school located in a remote area, at that time, three hours bus ride from the city of Davao. We were taught RELIGION by Mrs. Apolonia de la Cerna. The Seven Capital Sins, The Seven(?) Works of Mercy and many more which I have already forgotten. She also taught us prayers and The Holy Rosary

I studied well. When the year ended, I topped in my class. As part of the commencement exercises, I was to recite a short poem probably written by her. The title was The Passion of Christ. I can still remember it went this way:

The Passion of Christ
Jesus hanging on the cross
Tell me is it I?
There are teardrops in your eyes
Did I make you cry?

I have been a naughty child
As naughty as can be
Now I am very sorry, Lord
Won’t you pardon me?

When I recited this in front of the parents, I never knew what was the real message it brought. What was only clear were the words I uttered.

But that was then– many years ago. Looking back at it, I now fully comprehend the message. Clearly. Distinctly. A very short poem takes time to be completely understood because the words used may bear different meanings.

To understand the passion of our Lord? It will take a much longer time, sometimes a lifetime, sometimes never in a lifetime. The lesson we can learn from the DVD is a very small part of the whole. It is only a droplet compared to an ocean. Even thousands of DVDs could not complete it.

How can one grasp the lesson? The meaning? I am not an authority on this, neither will I try to illustrate things to achieve the answer. I may mislead others which I don’t want to. As I have said, I myself missed the answer. All what we can do is to keep on searching for it in an untiring way asking for Divine Intervention. Who knows, it might be just around the bend…

May we find the answer sooner!
Have a blessed Good Friday!

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THE SON…THE FATHER…ME

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THE SON…THE FATHER…ME

SOMETIME IN THE MID 60’s…on the hilly side of a remote barrio Bongabong, in Pantukan, Davao…around 5:00 a.m…

“This is radio station DXAW now signing on. This station is owned and operated by Auto Broadcasting System (now ABS-CBN) and transmitting at 640 kilocycles…” the Avegon transistor radio blared in the early summer morning.

A door of a small house has opened. The father, Teofilo (RIP), has sharpened his grasshawk while his carabao has just started to nibble the young kumpay grass. The smell of burning kerosene from the “abohan“(cooking place) suggested that the mother, Isidora (RIP), had risen too. The son, about twelve, was unaware of what was going on. He was still in his deep sleep.

As expected, “Pagmata na! (wake up)”, the father said.

The son hesitantly obeyed. After he rubbed his face with his bare hands, he headed towards the small, wood framed mirror to comb his long hair, Beatles style. The father’s Tugaris wristwatch displayed 5:10 a.m. He then tuned the radio to DXMM to listen to his favorite songs. “Constantly” by Cliff Richard. “There’s Always Me” by Elvis, but most of all, to the Beatles. He has seen them on Song Cavalcade, a songbook called songhits. To him, they were the best. The father’s advise not to sport long hair was ignored. His big but flat nose did not match to his hair, unlike the real Beatles’.

The father though, did not fail to instill to the son’s mind the rewards of hard work. Of perseverance. Of self-reliance. Of trustworthiness. Of diligence. And many more. He did these not just by words but also by acts. He was a man of few words. He showed strong character not only during plentiful harvests but also on scarce seasons.

And yes, the importance of education. In one occasion, the son joked about the father’s ability to write clearly. It was election time. Marcos/Lopez vs. Macapagal/Pelaez. The father practiced what he would write in the ballot. The “c” in Marcos was not bent well. The “L” in Lopez looked like a “B”. The son called him Marios Bopez. The father just laughed and said, “Do not follow me. Study hard until you finish. I am here to support.”

PRESENT TIME…in the city… The wall clock displays 5:10 a.m.

The telephone rings. The father answers. It is an early call from Mila Cabiliza, the procurement officer from Tagum City-based DANECO, an electric cooperative supplying electricity to three provinces and two cities. She asks if their ordered goods are ready for pick up. DANECO has been his regular client for years.

The father have already packed them up the night before. It took him only four days to fabricate the goods. His shop is neat and tidy. The tools are in their proper places.

The twenty five-year old son, Junjun, is still sleeping. the father does not want to wake him up. He knows his son is working overtime for his programs. The father’s dreams for him are now a reality. The son finished his studies and is now working for a foreign company. Home-based, through the internet. In fact, he now operates and maintain a website he himself created.

Did the father effectively instill to his sons mind the rewards of hard work? Of perseverance? Of self-reliance? Of trustworthiness? Did he show it not only in words but also in deeds? Did he displayed a strong character to his son?

Maybe yes. The son followed what the father wants him to. He never had any tattoos– no body piercing in any manner. He does not smoke. He sticks to only one girl for almost five years. He works diligently.

A good son? Sure!

A good father? Maybe.

ARE THERE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN THE TWO SETTINGS?

Obviously. Both have fathers. Both have sons. The fathers wake up earlier than the sons. They both taught their sons moral values not just by words but by deeds as well. They showed to their sons strength in character.

Why are they similar? It is but natural, an age-old fact. What a father teaches to his son will also be taught by the same son to his own. The son in the early 60’s and the father at present time is one and the same– and that is me. I have been raised by my father with moral values, so I have to, too, to my son.

My only regret is that my father’s dreams for me did not all come true. While my son finished his studies, I have not!

Still, I am a happy and fulfilled father to my son!

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THE GIFT

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THE GIFT

I started this blog (11mar08) with thoughts that my first grandson would see the first light of this wonderful world on that day. I asked myself what would be my gift to him, a bank account? I could not, considering the present situation. I have still three students to support. A college education plan? Still i could not. Maybe a toy car… a toy airplane…a toy gun…these i surely could.

Toys? These are temporal in nature – they will wear away with time. Yes, they can give him joy but while he is still young. Have you seen a 15-year old still playing with his toy car? with his toy gun? with his toy airplane? Very rare. I don’t want him to be one of them, i promise.

What can I give to him that will last for along time- maybe a lifetime? A gift that he will cherish even after I fade away from this world? I’m not a San Miguel stockholder, nor in PLDT. Neither I’m a Cojuangco.

Maybe I will teach him karate but what is it for? For fame? For fighting which i don’t want him to? I myself know karate but not a single instance i have used it except in tournaments. As i am a peace-loving man, I want him to be so, too. Ahh, peace-loving.

Now i know. i am now sure what will be my gift to him. LOVE ! Yes, love. This will be my gift for him- a special one.Because he himself is a special gift to me, I will be giving him love, love and love. Am i over-acting ? Maybe. Call me what you want.

I will be giving love to him everyday because in love nothing is impossible, isn’t it? Love will teach him everything, from A to Zs in life. It is the basis of success. I want him to be successful, and who is not to his grandson?

Just now : (8:35am/12Mar’08) I received a call from my wife, Nelly, that he is now borne! THANK YOU LORD! ! ! YOU have just given me my first grandson! I promise i will give him happiness as YOU gave me mine.

His name will be LORENZO “Enzo” IMMANUEL ROSALES PEPITO. Remember this name. He will be successful in all his fields of endeavor. His father, my manugang, Joniel and his mother, my daughter, Carmeli, will be proud of him. And surely I and my wife, Nelly, my only son Junjun, my daughters Gladys, Kringkring and Nikka will be proud of him, too.

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