Few leaves of long-leafed coriander or culantro from my hometown are rich enough to make me feel the taste of home. Each year, my mother sent me some saplings so that we could add them to our potted plants, in the land where it is not grown. We keep an eye on them; water them, … Read more
# Your feathers covered me In your secret place, I rested. What a joy to be with you! Pouring my heart into you As I’m feeble, yet with hope In your wings, you’ll fly me In your abiding love. # As the runaway man did, I’m far from your words Yet your eyes are on … Read more
My mother came home from the field. She looks tired; scaling the contours of hills and valleys beautifully crafted by the Creator. We eagerly waited for her to arrive home. In the shady evening, we’re hoping mother would bring us something to eat. As I can fairly recalled, her shabby dress was filled with sweat. … Read more
“Dear God, my Papa’s brain is broken. He is experiencing too much pain. Please heal my dear daddy,” uttered my son in his bedtime prayer, as we were about to settle down in the bed. The next day, his subdued voice filled with emotions as he prayed, rang in my ear as I stayed home. … Read more
