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 The Word

My Notes

 Somebody Sent a Note

My existence leads me to the path of
Contemplation: Man's highest expression
On secular and spiritual life proof
Of his humble, sincere,  intention

I discovered God's peace and happiness
If I found Him, I will find my  true self
The richness of Life's awareness
Which is truly God's wonderful Gift.

The Power of Public Speaking

 The Secret of How to Speak

1. Keep it simple

2. Get organized

3. Keep it short

4.  Take charge. Smile. Eye contact (Left- Center- Right)

5.  Don't read, Talk. ( On How You Feel)

6. Be Real. (Share Your Experience) 

7. Be a Wide Reader.

8. Be a Good Listener. (Listen to the Child, the Young, the Senior.)

9. Be on Good Terms with Others.

10. Be Borderless.

11. Take Good Care of Your Health. That is your only Gem and Diamond.

12. You are Your Only Best Friend. (Listen to Him. Be True, Be sincere. He is your
      Best Physician. Love God, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen)  

Fr. Leoncio Santiago's Birthday Celebration

 The 12th of September 2024

I came. I saw. I was greatly inspired
The smiling attendees look good in white
The guest with their black garb was admired
Gives beauty to the world for more joy and light.

Fr. Santiago, a Secular priest
Was honored by a Devotional Group
It was really a wonderful feast:
Malaybalay black-white collard garb troupe 

How Beautiful is the Morning song echoed
Permeating the air with I Believe
Then, We are the World just overflowed
The all-white dressed-up audience was relieved.

The inspired celebrant sang gracefully
To the great Platters' tune of Twilight Time
The hall's atmosphere glided peacefully
Engulfing peace, mercy, and love sublime.

It was a Birthday to remember
With the soothing violin rendition
Of Amazing Grace to stay forever:
A legacy for the generation.   

(N.B.) Fr. Santiago, a secular priest is a renovator

History

" The Modern Time and the Living Past"

This is the best story of my life
The past, the present, and the future
The good, the bad, and without the strife
It happened, it will happen, and for sure.

I called this humbly my true story
What really transpired as the basis
Of my stark life: a reality
Giving my name poetic justice.

The vacation picnic was the start
When I saw a bird gayly flying
A bird of prey ready for the dart
To one's death's door - waiting and wishing.

My young mind was plagued with dire questions
About the diamond in the sky;
Or is it outside our positions?
And maybe dear God would say, just try.

The Blessed Mother

The Mother of Culture

A new name for our Blessed Mother 

In the post-millennial era
As troubles can put us asunder

To our dear beautiful Terra.

A Tribute

To A Friend

"Tempus fugit memento mori"
Time flies remember your mortality
Don't forget to write your own story
Fraught with wisdom and sincerity.

Embarked on a noble profession
She offered direction and guidance
To young minds for a worthy mission
Based on honest and sincere parlance.

From the Queen City of the South - Cebu
To the Windy City- Chicago
She came to America sans woe
With a bag full of joy and on the go.

Norwegian American Hospital
Captured her brave and curious humble heart,
A place to work for a new arrival
An ideal place to really start.

She found refuge in the L.D.R.
To sacrifice, to love, and to serve
Newborn babies of whomever they are
Must enjoy the glow of life they deserve.

A passport was issued to a friend
For a resting place of eternal peace
A friend who has the knack to entertain
And lead the way for chaos to decrease.

Let us pay a lasting tribute to a friend- a mother, a teacher, and an entertainer-
Julia Cabada Lupasco.Our deep condolences to the bereaved family, children, and relatives.
My wife, Evangeline Caermare Trabanca, a Registered Nurse, also worked at the L.D.R.
She passed away years ago. May they rest in peace and let perpetual light shine upon them.

However, let's love God above all things, and our neighbors as ourselves. Let's pray, sacrifice,
and care for ourselves as we wouldn't know for whom the bell tolls.

L.D.R. stands for the Labor and Delivery Room or the Labor and Delivery Department where
babies are born and welcomed to the world after 9 months of mothers' tender care and protection.

The Samaritan

 On a Saturday

A Saturday that I can't forget
I was poised to get some grocery
Bananas, bread, milk, eggs, and a meat
At the cashier's place, I was wary.

My ATM card was negative
A man with sincerity offered
At this, there was no alternative
My prayer was eventually heard.

Beside me was a Samaritan
Seemingly rare in this world of ours
But still walk in this chaotic land
And they appear in one's precious hours.

In our moments there are helping hands
Ever willing service to succor
A steel strength that forms a solid bond
Of resilience, love, and great favor.

 

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 Point to Ponder

What is life after retirement?
This is an enduring question.
And we are in a predicament
The search is for a solution.

Must we wake up to see the sunrise?
And a cup of one's favorite drink
Then thank God as this is really wise,
A walk in the park: what do you think?

A fact on formal education
That offered you a decent living
Self-education brings a fortune
Ideas for giving and sharing.

Think of something for legacy sake
Start with a smartphone and computer
Then surprise the world like an earthquake
For social media truly matter.

Rediscover Self-1

 The Background

I just came back to my birthplace as my mother passed away. I was alone with a small luggage. Cebu was my last international stopover. I came from Chicago's O'hare, U.S.A., then Incheon International Airport in Seoul, South Korea to Cebu International Airport, Philippines. 

I boarded a plane from Cebu, the Queen City of the South, for Dipolog City's Airport. On the plane, a guy with, a glittering diamond ring, on his left finger, a bracelet on his left hand, and, an expensive-looking watch on his right hand approached me with a friendly smile and asked me my name? I politely answered and he was happy yet surprised. I was looking for this guy and wanted to meet him personally. Still, he was out of circulation as I  heard and read things about him ( and it quickly etched in my mind maybe because of the Zamboanga del Norte Press and Radio Club membership, (was it essential or controversial?).

I was inspired to write this as at this point in life, who else could have the audacity to journal this as Fr. Leoncio Santiago said on the June 24 ( The nativity of St. John, the Baptist- San Juan sa Pilipinas) picnic at Labagh Woods, in preparation for the coming yearly celebration of the Sto. Ninio de Agosto of which he is the Spiritual Director. Fr. Santiago said, that our members of 15 Sto. Ninio groups were mostly seniors of the Baby Boomer Generation, who were winding down in our gaits, and motions but we must be thankful for the gift and His blessings.