
Dawn
It’s dawn. From my bed, the sky is a gradient of orange and blue. Orange grows to an intense amber, and blue fades into light. Silhouette of trees turns into the full bloom of day.
Memoirs and songs.
It’s dawn. From my bed, the sky is a gradient of orange and blue. Orange grows to an intense amber, and blue fades into light. Silhouette of trees turns into the full bloom of day.
For most of my life, I had wanted to be a priest. But didn’t become one. I remember when my grade three teacher in España, Sibuyan Island, Romblon, Mrs. Roldan, asked us to write down what we would like to become someday. In the dimly lit […]
I am not a pianist, but I can tap a tune.I am not a singer, but I can hum.I am not a teacher, but I can inspire.I am not a writer, but I can doodle.I am not a priest, but I can pray.I am not […]
For most of my life, I had wanted to be a priest. But didn’t become one. I remember when my grade three teacher in España, Sibuyan Island, Romblon, Mrs. Roldan, asked us to write down what we would like to become someday. In the dimly lit […]
Faith and Reason In the Renaissance, I’ve learned, there was a growing attention toward promoting the human mind and the science of the natural world. With it came an attempt to reconcile our faith with both reason and science. These components of human development and […]