Empty Words

One day, I found my words dry,

lying wilted on the sun-drenched ground.

I held its thin leaves between my fingers.

They were empty.

No beat nor breath.

No movement.

My words were lifeless.

He calls

It hit me like lightning, 

one sunset,

while I was on bed, holding my rosary.

I was talking to Him,

prattling, actually,

and begging.

Then, it paralyzed me for a minute,

my eyes and mouth agape.

It took the form of a song,

that old and very familiar one.

Here I am, Lord

Is it I, Lord?

I have heard You calling in the night.

I will go, Lord, if You lead me.

I will hold Your people in my heart.

Its words struck me deep, as always,

yet this time, 

it was sweet and piercing,

heavy yet weightless,

cold and burning!

But I held on to it,

and savored it in my mouth,

then down my throat.

It felt warm inside.

It went deep beneath my skin,

then into my bones.

Finally, it captured my heart,

every inch of it,

every valve and chamber,

every cartilage and muscle,

every vessel!

Next thing I know,

salty tears were streaming down my cheeks.

It was my longest one minute.

Yes, it hit me like lighting -

His voice.

Trembling, I acknowledged,

"God is calling."

Writing a World

Let the words flow like river.

Allow its string to sway you away.

Dig deep in your heart,

and move your hands

along the waves 

of your emotions.

Create a mellifluous music.

Make your phrases dance

with the beat

and rhythm of your mind.

Let it take you to a world

of comfort and freedom.

Trace with the thousand stars.

Write your heart out on the vast skies.

Light up the night with clauses 

which can lift up the desperate souls

and appease the worried ones. 

Beautify life with sentences.

Breathe in to your words,

bring your phrases to life,

hear your clauses' heart beat.

Write, and change the world.