Archive for March 15th, 2011

We’ve finally had another chance to visit the National  Shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes in Quezon City this morning and we were lucky to attend the morning mass.  The image of Our Lady is more beautiful than ever and I could not resist taking a few shots.

Prayer to Our Lady of Lourdes

O ever-Immaculate Virgin, Mother of Mercy,
health of the sick, refuge of sinners,
comforter of the afflicted,
you know my wants, my troubles, my sufferings;
look with mercy on me.

By appearing in the Grotto of Lourdes,
you were pleased to make it a privileged sanctuary,
whence you dispense your favors;
and already many sufferers have obtained
the cure of their infirmities, both spiritual and corporal.

I come, therefore, with complete confidence
to implore your maternal intercession.

Obtain, O loving Mother, the grant of my requests.
Through gratitude for your favors,
I will endeavor to imitate your virtues,
that I may one day share your glory. Amen.


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I wonder why, weekends often make me feel somewhat nostalgic. Yesterday, I was listening to OPM songs on CD and most of them are Christian Bautista’s rendition of Jose Mari Chan’s songs. I have several albums of Jose Mari Chan but most of them are on cassettes. Do they still play cassette tapes nowadays? I wonder! I always love listening to Jose Marie Chan’s compositions, simple the thoughts may seem, the melody is just wonderful.

Chasing rainbows , spinning dreams
Tell me please your name
Tell me

These are lyrics from the song Tell Me Your Name. So you see, I can relate.

Chasing rainbows, spinning dreams – they remind me of you and some Saturdays we spent trying our hands at writing love poems, but you said the real thing is better than the written word. I did try anyway and came up with these lines:

You need not tell me who you are

You need not hide those tears

You need not speak to me this way –

Your voice, your kindly words

I may not hear them again

Now, like you,

I’m alone.

Then you laughed, you laughed until tears  were freely falling. It was the first time  you said, “how come, how come you knew this will be the last?”

I wonder where you got to, sometimes I do want  to know. Out of curiosity I searched your name. Don’t tell me, because it’s indelibly marked here, where no one would know, except you and I.

Will you think of me once in a while when I’m gone?

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