Thursday, May 28, 2009

(First printed in Cebu Daily News Life! Thursday, May 28, 2009)

Will all these work for those who necessarily overwork, the ones who work the graveyard shift, or the habitual (because only productive when so) night owls? Perhaps, depending on how elements of ending the day right can be integrated into their lives. At the very least, the subjective well-being of everyone else will be greatly enhanced by a lifestyle that complements the burning desire to relax and be at peace at the onset of eventide.

Fellowship at the meal table or the living room instead of rushing into individual rooms when one has gone home is a way not only of ridding oneself of the stresses of a bygone day. It also strengthens relational bonds between people. Talking with workmates or schoolmates on the way home should be the prelude to exchanging accounts of the adventures of the day with family at home.

With some imaginative multi-tasking (this is not just for the workplace), good household conversation can also take place before or after dinner, say, while together tending the garden, preparing supper, setting and cleaning the table, washing dishes or feeding the pets. If getting apprised of the day’s news cannot be helped, this need not be a communication barrier. A family can discuss what’s coming out of the television.

After the common hours, one can spend time in reading, exercise, or some other light, relaxing hobby. The good that comes from reading an inspirational or storybook is not just entertainment or the broadening of one’s mind. A story can reveal an insight or two into one’s life and relationships, especially where one’s true story finds a storybook parallel, or where one’s aspirations are mirrored in the character of a tale. Exercise not only keeps one fit but also helps keep up one’s mood, the better to relate with people at or outside the home. The products of a hobby – a poem, a song, a sculpture, embroidery – can be future tokens of love and friendship.

Examining the day is also an important practice for ending it well. One should not wonder at those who brim with a seemingly otherworldly lightness in spite of their heavy responsibilities day after day. A healthy self-consciousness through a nightly examination of the day has got a lot to do with it. It helps by looking at the past day, to appreciate where one has grown and where one may grow further as a human person, if given the gift of another morn.

The examination can be done in different ways. Celebrity host Oprah Winfrey once said at the end of the day she makes it a point to remember everyone whom she met with during that day. One can do so and whisper, or write down a word or two of thanksgiving for the people one meets in a day: when one so chooses, one can see the lesson that person has imparted during the time of meeting.

Traditional liturgies draw one into an “examination of conscience.” One can go through this with the perspective in mind of the science fiction and fantasy writer Madeleine L’Engle who said, “In the evening of life we shall be judged on love.” One can take the questions from Leo F. Buscaglia’s “Love Quiz” as examination guides:

Is anyone a little happier because I came along today? Did I leave any concrete evidence of my kindness, any sign of my love? Did I try to think of someone I know in a more positive light? Did I help someone to feel joy, to laugh, or at least, to smile? Have I attempted to remove at least a little of the rust that is corroding my relationships? Have I gone through the day without fretting over what I don’t have and celebrating the things I do have? Have I forgiven others for being less than perfect? Have I learned something new about life, living, or love?

After the exam comes the night prayer. As Max Ehrmann says in his "Desiderata," one ought to be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Closer



At length, the distant,
mist-draped mountain
holds my longing gaze.

Forgetting the summer storm’s
cold exhale,
I breathe-in the scene,
till memory’s embers burst
ablaze within,
shaking me awake again
to your near,
clear,
caring warmth --
your elbow slung over my nape
As we walk homeward-bound.


2004

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Eclipse story


You burnish the full moon
softly drawn t'wards its nest
somewhere behind horizon west
Surely
your very fingers
pressed the bittersweet prints
marking my heart
like eclipse shades
on a setting moon
And tasting your touch
all resistance retreats
as my dimness
time-bound brightness
settles in a rush upon
your cupped, waiting palm.



2004

But for You


I

I am evening but for You
for your compassion bathes me
in the soft golden tinges
of a lasting, consuming sunset:
the endless day
of your presence.
And I am suddenly a ray of light.

II

I'm land of drought but for You
as the rushing roll
of your million and more mercies
drenches and quenches
crevices carved by empty spaces--
the follies of my heart.
And in due time
I am a lush garden:
a sanctuary.



2004

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Wild Hope


Treat me as you'd treat me
when you're fully free
while you joyously bearbeing scion of a soul,
a bereaved half's hope,
and a youthful lover's love.

Sweet are my spirit's labor pains
in siring and delivering
fragile strings of of notes -
headstrong, outreaching tunes
clad in copious layers of prayers
resounding like heartbroken tears
as they cut through fervent fears
and with me mutely give thanks and cry
each time you hearken to my melody
singing your own smile and harmony.

Octave of the Rising


The timber of the summer wind
playing among the orchard trees,
grooming, combing their leaves
so that the brown ones fall gentle and lilting,
graciously landing on the summer-baked earth
today is heaven's breath resounding.
The charred remnants, ashes
of dusk brush burnings spark remembrance
of the blessed flame
that blazed eight nights ago
as the blooms that suckled on the purple breast of dawn
hallow the hours with their round-the-clock fall
The daily birds flitting from tree to tree:
foreshadows and afterglows
of the Phoenix who had forsaken the ashes
and vanished into my heart to be its fire.

Second Sunday of Easter, A.D. 2006

Benedictus moves to a new home

Hi. This is Jason A. Baguia and this is my poetry blog "Benedictus." Here, you will find, as in the old Benedictus at Friendster, poems, lyrics, or short inspirations that I have written and will write. Unlike the old Benedictus, this new space will not carry political commentary, preaching transcripts, academic papers or the text of my newspaper work. All these will be exclusively carried by my other blog, "Omnia Vincit Amor." I would be so honored if you would comment on the humble works I will place here. Thank you very much and may God give you his peace.