Thy Will Be Done

-Daily Devotion-

“Thy will be done” is a call to arms. It is an offensive declaration of God’s protection and good plans for us. It is saying “not my will” and “not the devil’s will”.

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In a place where I’m supposed to grow, 
I’m dying

In a place where I’m supposed to be safe,
I’m hurting

In a place where I’m supposed to thrive,
I’m wilting

In the hands of those I trusted,
I am cowering

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“Hindi ka naman mahirap mahalin.”

Ngunit paano nga ba
Kung ang bilang ng agwat
ay tila hindi tama?

Kaya’t siya ay nagtimpi
at bumaling sa iba
Hanggang sa dulo’y nagsisi
At sinabing
“Hindi ko naman inakala…”

O binibini, ano ang iyong hindi inakala?
Tila ika’y nagulantang nang malamang
Ang pagtatangi ay hindi naayon
Sa panahong ang isa’y sa mundo naitadhana

Ang pag-ibig ay hindi nasusukat
ng ngalan o titolo
At lalo mong tandaan
Ang pag-ibig ay hindi nasusukat
ng pilak o numero

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Hello 2017

I started my 2017 by reading a book. Indulging in the quiet as people continued to slumber after the previous night’s festivities. Because I realized that expecting from these literary pieces harbours a more positive vibe within me than expecting from people who always make you wait,  people who make you think the worst of yourself, people who make you think their lives are perfect, people who are on your side only at times when they feel superior, people who won’t clap at your success, and the list goes on and on.

In my two decades of existence, I have just now learned to really love myself first. I am my own constant companion and it is very important that I love and respect myself first, so I can enjoy life with my head held high. Time spent on me, on bettering myself, is a much greater investment than time spent on chasing the ones mentioned above.

Hence, I greet you all readers, ‘Have a wiser year!’, instead of just a ‘Happy new’ one, that would only last for a day or two.

Follow your North

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I look at you, you look not at me
But at the same forbidden
Fruit of the tree

It’s funny how your eyes linger,
Steal those glances
Like we’re none the wiser

Follow your North
Stay out of the South
Fix your compass
Oh, don’t be uncouth

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by Luzanne

Ache

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And I can’t even breathe
because I know how it feels to break

And it’s not fulfilling
to be on the whole side of the lake

Want so much to run,
but is that really something you can take?

Because right here, right now,
is a reality we can’t fake

Questions unanswered that even
a night’s sleep can not unshake

Fools are those who believe
that love is a piece of cake

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by Luzanne

Defender

 

Raining arrows come. And there will be misses, but at least one will unrelentingly find me. It will pierce through at the precise moment when the last drop of blood clots. Thus, reopening the wound that has already bled a million times. But there will come a time when the vulnerability so thoroughly beaten, will finally break and shatter, powdered into dust, and become one with the atmosphere, and then- then there will be none to pierce, none to wound, none to abuse, none to receive sharp-tongued arrows that know nothing but destroy and produce bloody chaos.

Because then, my Defender will shine. I will hide away and let my Shield take front.

 

Make It So

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Heave high, heave low
No matter what
Make it so

That the line is cut not
As it reacheth
Around the bow

Heave high, heave low
No matter what
Make it so

That the curve will not
Rot into miserable
Low

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By Luzanne

There will come a point in your life when your brain will seem devirginized by the world’s reality.

Your innocence and perfect view of the world will irrevocably be lost. The idealism that’s branded on your skin and that is exuded from your body will just be an odorless scent that impacts no one.

You will find yourself in a place where there’s no turning back. You’d want to go back and set your mind at ease. To that time when the world’s full of rainbows and butterflies. But you will only find yourself destroyed. And it hurts. And it’s frustrating. Because you will miss the goodness. You will miss the cleanliness. You will miss the purity.

You will try to scratch out what has tarnished you, but you will have to scratch away your own flesh in the process. And you love yourself too much to do that.

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Time’s so fast
Can’t have a blast

Where has the past
Gone, gone, gone

Stare at the wall
Let the rain fall
When will he call
Back, back, back

Stepped on a heart
Killed with a dart
Everything’s falling
Apart, part, part

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by Luzanne

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