In June 2021. A blessed day, everyone! Me

 

December 7. Mata Sa Bintana

Mata Sa Bintana

Sabi ng katulong naming si Ate Liza, kapag hindi raw ako natulog ng maaga ay may dudungaw sa bintanang mga mata.

Sino? Mata ba ni Spiderman o mata ni Bubbles ng Power Puff?

“Hindi raw nakakatawa dahil mga mata raw ng White Lady.”

Sa bahay kasi, laging pinagbibintangan ang White Lady, dahil sa White Lady… Minsan naawa na ako sa White Lady. Siguro kung makapagssasalita lang siya, lagot silang lahat. Ako lang ang kaibigna ng White Lady.

Minsan, nawala ang pera ni Tiya Azon, at wala naming pumasok na ibang tao sa bahay. Nag-usap usap sila.

Sino ang kumuha? Wala naman, may nagtago raw.

Pagkapos isang gabi sabi ni Tiya Azon may isang babaeng mahaba ang buhok sa paanan ng kanyang kama. Mala-rosas ang mga mata, na gustong makipagti-titigan, sabay naglahong mabilis. Nakatinging raw sa kay Tiya Azon. Kung ganon hindi lamang kami ang nakatira sa bahay. Mabuti malaki ang bahay dahil pati ang White Lady at ang kanyang pamilya ay may magandang tirahan. Lumaki ako sa ganitong kapaligiran.

Isang gabi tumitingin ako sa album ni Tiya Aon. Naramdaman kong malamig at mainit sa silid niya. Nag-jacket ako, pag-katapos hinubad itong muli para buksan ang electric fan.

Binalikan ko ang mga larawan at nakita kong ito ay nasa ilalim nang kama at wala na sa tabi ko.

Ininilipad ba ito ng electric fan?

“Ate Liza” matututlog na ako. Halika at samahan mo akong matulog.”

Mula noon, abot langit ang aking dasal para sa mga kaluluwa, para sa maga ispiritu, para sa mga White Lady. Marahil sa takot.

Bilog ang buwan. Sa azoteya ako nakatulog – nanaginip ako, may mata sa azoteya. Ityon na yata ang sinasabi ni Ate Liza…

.Umusok sa paligid ng itim, , may malaking mama, walang mukha. Hindi ako makahinga, wari’y ungol ng ungol para magising. Alam ko ako’y natutulog, alam ko ako ay binbangungot.

Kahit sa pikit kong mga mata at tulog na katawan, sa aking isip ako ay gising. Paulit-ulit kong dinasal ang Aba Ginoong Maria at isinigaw ang Lord! Jesus! Jesus!

Dito bumalikwas ako sa gising. Parang sinuntok ng malakas at naglaho ang maitim na mama sa aking panaginip.

Wala nang mata sa bintana.

Wala na ang White Lady.

Marahil kung ano man ang kailangan nila dito sa aming bhay, hindi ko alam – at hindi na importante.

Ang sabi ko sa aking mga kasambahay, kay Tiya Azon, at kay Ate Liza ay magdasal sila, ipagdasal ang mga taong hindi natin nakikita. Dasal ang kailangan ng mga mata sa bintana. Dasal ang kailangan nating lahat.

8.11.2006
copyright rose flores martinez
revised 11.19.2009

In Your Rogate

Before I go, let me tell you –

how much you mean to me and that,

I will miss you in the waters I will sail.



Equidistant to where we live -

it is the same water from one rain

and same drops falling from one sky.



I will miss you, miss you everyday

of the trek, of which we don’t know

when we’d touch hands again. I will



leave you with your apricots and plums

raisin and wafer, the spring for your

thirst, the falls for your bath. As you



wait for me, every new day in

solace, that foamy face of blue

and white blinking stars and rainbow





mouth, open with hope, remember -

how I touched your face, lived your gaze,

how I kissed your mouth, your tongue



oiled your hair, your hands – everything,

you wished for in my womb – white light

of grace loving God, O God, our God!



Nothing could be over, because

we are meant for each other.

As the stars and its constellations



amuse the earth, we couldn't draw

miracles, only live it, and

offer the harvest of the earth:



blooming flowers in the garden –

fruits that feed babies and us all.

oh beautiful sky of clouds -



pineapple and melons are the

favorites in the meals we partake.

Don’t forget I love you, as always...





Every time you drink the cup,

every time you chant and praise,

when you bow and clasp those hands,



don’t forget, I love you sweetly.

I love you so much, when those knees

bend down and you look up the sky in peace.



Don’t forget I love you - so much.

In all that you speak, I adore you.

In your “Rogate,” I adore you.



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RoseVoc2 on May 22, 2012. I'm surprised, as well. I thank the Lord for the zeal.



St. Hannibal, pray for us.

Send O Lord, holy workers into your church.



Blessed John Paul, pray for us.

 
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Interrogation

Interrogation




You were once a leech on my lover’s neck-

Torture and anguish to lights of my days





With Medusa and Judas, can you

Be drowned in the underworld of phantoms?





You robbed full long days of felicity

My diamond, my only longed affection,





My precious posterity of time, you

Dumped selfishly inside a rotting jar





Of cursed stones, puke of Sodom and Gomorrah

You devastated my life, drought my breasts



Those nights,

Those haunting gray nights, haunted



Haunting,

Hopeful, dutiful tomorrows



Cracked walls of sacred covenant,

Buried home of family



Those nights

Ached



Haunted

Love’s promises



Corrupted hymns of twin hearts. Those nights gripped

Nights that shrieked my flesh into shreds of dust





Shot soul of Eros, lulled December breeze

Hardened soft tongue, but cold lips in winter



Nightmares of forbidden cities, cutting

Like blade, broken bones beyond healing



How your tongues kissed terrified me. How you

Rolled, tenderly held each other





Nailed me, nailed me several times to a Cross

Those nights bled my solitude

'Gotterdammerung! '





Shocking waves in Apocalypse

Mercy!

Why did you steal the heart of my affections?



Green eyes of deceit crawled scales of snake on

Your back. May God pardon and throw grace



Tight beads cuddling at dawn were all I had

True love, a crown of glory and youth once



Lost, burst a necklace of stars and moons

Heaven lay sturdy bright nights mine forever



Thunder, smokes of fire burning old filth

Death sickles prune eyes, skin gums, and rust of boats



Decked on wrong ports, needing incense and whiff

Of Heaven’s rain – we beg mercy, pardon, mercy



God’s Sacred love and peace,

Be love and peace



Almighty Trinity

Heal hearts, glory to Heart most pure



My heart, all hearts, let follow

'Rogate! '



Rosalinda Flores

10.13.2010

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