a trash-bag of thoughts and things that swim in the mind of a wandering fool-for-Christ, a.k.a. taong-grasa-para-kay-Kristo wannabe... "If indeed aspiring to be free and happy and deliberately poor, simple, unfit for career advancement, and just a mere human being who is fully aware of his being so is really a case for the asylum, then please count me in! This is what being a fool-for-Christ truly means! I would willingly forgo a leg and an arm to even get anywhere near being one!"
Saturday, January 9, 2010
The Festival
Rouges and police officers,
Prostitutes and priests,
Mice and stray cats…friends for a day
Knives and weapons,
Potty-mouths and hisses,
Bickering and insults…silent for a day
Market and gambling nooks,
Sidewalks and boulevard,
Night clubs and red houses…temples for a day
Pauses and gasps,
Panting and sobs
Laughter and shouting matches…prayer for a day
Quiapo with her children gathered from all over,
Believers and skeptics,
Healers and frauds
…family for a day
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