It has been a year, 366 days to be exact, since I started publishing my blogs here on a daily basis.
I find this poem written almost a year ago still relevant today.
Thank you and God bless everyone!
Stay safe too.
Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 15 April 2020
It was three in the morning my day was earlier than usual calling while kneeling I began praying I could not believe the words coming for they are meant before sleeping: "Father, into your hands, I commend my spirit."
Since the beginning of this quarantine there is this feeling seeping within, asking what is happening but scared when answering.
It is reality now biting reminding me of one thing that is so intimidating haunting me ever since not just of dying but of being alone.
I know it is the Easter season but there must be a reason why this is going on: I have never felt alone until I have grown old when there is nobody home.
When Jesus died on the cross he was alone but never…
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