You make burdens light || a poem

Despite the imperfections and misunderstandings, there’s that friend who makes burdens a lot lighter.

This poem is dedicated to that friend.

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Oct 31, 2020 [9:35PM-10:01PM, Dubai]

You make burdens light.
You look straight into my eyes
You tell me, “It’s alright.”
and I believe you.

You make waiting easy
though it never really is.
You make discomfort breezy.
You bring the spunk out of “what ifs”

Did I say “you make burdens light“, did I?
Well let me say it again.
May I say it twice?

‘Cause whenever I worry
that I can never satisfy
that I’m sometimes indifferent
often missing the bulls eye

Would you cry?

But you smile instead
with understanding eyes.
Though I can’t see those beautiful eyes.
Only feel them through your typewritten words.

I cry.

But not from sadness, no.
I cry from relief.
‘Cause the pressure in my shaken can
you finally put to ease.

You opened up the valve
and let truth take its seat.
You took me for who I am
and never let me feel defeat.

And even after seeing…
and even after hearing…
and all that I was showing…
the me you were finally knowing…

You can’t stop yourself from pouring out.
You can’t help but keep expressing
all your love and gratefulness
you never did repress it.

And finally I understood
what Jesus had been saying,
“take my yoke and learn from me
for my burden isn’t heavy.“

I felt grace in the discomfort.
I see love in the ugliness.
I hear joy in the truth.
I see Jesus in you.

Let me say it again,
you make burdens light.
I pray I make it lighter
for you too.

– Mary Dannelle

productive daydreams || poem.

[11:50pm – 12:05am]

03/24/20 re-written

When the work is done

what do I look forward to?

Ah, perhaps watch a movie

or maybe read a book or two.

Take the time to breathe

With my eyes closed ever so slightly too.

Muse on love

A love so sweet and so true

At the end of the day

What did I produce?

I’ve built a future in my mind

one with me next to you.

we’re quiet… a poem.

03/31/20
11:50 – 12:21
Remember when we first met
on the way to church
walking side by side
not speaking a word?

We were shy and anxious
in a quite comfortable way
We didn’t say much at all
but it’s alright, we did okay.

Then we grew closer,
more at ease and less uptight.
You’re quite the joker you,
despite being so typically quiet.

Though the more we knew,
and the closer we grew
I found it quite ironic that
we grew uncomfortable too.

But that never stopped us
from pushing through
from the day we met
us anxious two.

Love will always hurt
because love perseveres.
It stands its ground
when the flame passes by.

Aren’t we quiet?
I admit, this is new.
Though from the beginning
we were quiet too.

To the unknowns we go,
though we’re silent we know
we’re okay, we are.
You know it, puhon.

spilled milk || a poem

[5:30PM]

Oops! I spilled the milk again.
Mommy cleans it up.
A little bit of scolding,
then she hands a sippy cup.

Then I grew a little older,
a bit more wiser I suppose.
Crap! I messed up again!
I’d rather not let her know.

It’s getting harder, mommy.
The milk spills better on glass.
I need your help, dear mommy
But I’m too ashamed to tell…

I need your bitter scolding
and your gentle hugs too.
But I’m too scared to tell you,
afraid I’d hurt you again.

You know it, my dear mommy,
what you fear is on your mind.
Please pour out your love on me…
and push my sin aside.

My Sweet Sorrow || Poem on Goodbyes

How do I spend a day
Knowing I’ve got little left with you?
What are the words to say
When I have got to leave so soon?

Living in the moment is only best in itself
But when I’m far from you
I keep my emotions
Withheld.

This is yet another “sweet sorrow”
Another goodbye and hello.
Another day, another ‘morrow,
Another chance for faith to grow.

More doors, my Lord, to open
Indeed, more doors to close.
More love I leave behind
So, less love? No, more of those!

Be in awe, O my soul!
There is much in store for you.
Bless the Lord, O my soul!
Don’t miss out on His next move!

My heart will miss so many
For so many my heart loves.
But I shall ne’er forget
The faithful One above.

As I move along the path
Its mysteries unknown,
I shall fix my eyes on He
Who’s seated on the throne!

The sun will rise again
Future glory lies ahead
My soul, you need not worry
Praise the Lord instead!

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I’m flying back home to the Philippines in 5 days. I dedicated this poem to my family. Mom, dad and Gab. No matter how much I try to savor the moment, it really only is best in itself. Dramatic, I know haha! I find comfort in that I did take in every moment while it lasted.

Anyway, enough about missing people. I don’t want to put so much thought in those I miss when I could enjoy another now. More to love in the now. How much more will I miss out on by missing those who aren’t with me? Why not treasure whomever God places in my now?

So I will reach forward on what lies ahead, just like Paul did(Phil. 3:13), towards the God-given goal. Whatever God may call me to do. May it be washing the dishes or catching up with a good friend. All for his glory!