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

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

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.