Etymon and Polaroid

Time Is Up

We both chanced upon a huge clock that pounded so hard, it almost deafened the beating of our hearts.

Almost. But not quite.

Once upon a time, we lost track of the ticking of what seemed to be a deadline.

Tick tock. Tick tock, sang the clock so sweetly, like the song thrush on a beautiful summer morn. It awakens us like a morning kiss and puts us in a deep slumber like a lullaby.

Every time we ride on the bus, it was supposed to be a monotonous journey of walls and walls of architecture- cold and dry to the bone. And yet what it became was an adventure- a feat full of laughter and old museums and huge libraries and bittersweet coffee and stolen kisses on dark alleys.

And every night was supposed to be the same- the closing of the eyes, thinking of what was to come the next day or the day after that and the day after and after and after- an endless pondering of what if’s and supposed to be’s. And yet what it became was another glimpse on our childhood memories, our first scars on a tumbling bike, our childhood sweethearts, the follies of a petulant mind.

Strangers became a huge backdrop, and time? Well, time eventually caught up behind us taking us aback. It became as imposing as an Old Grandfather Clock, its pendulum swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, like a storm destroying everything on its path. Once, it was a constant whisper of the sands of time- gentle, as if time was too timid to defy us. Now, it was a sonorous sound, almost deafening, almost sickening- a thump of a thousand horses’ hooves, now too strong for us to defy.

Almost. But not quite.

For even in sorrow, we smile. For even in hopelessness, we love. For even in death, we overcome.

In Memory of…

 


 

Words by Maria

Art by Audrey Aragon

 

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Bibliophilism

Acceptable: A Five-Star Review of Sweet Accord by Felicia Mason

“I’ve done a lot of thinking the last couple of weeks.”

“And did you come to any conclusion?”

She nodded as she ran a finger along the back of a metal folding chair. She looked up at him…

“I still love you.”

I cannot stop my tears from falling. Praise the Lord for this Love Inspired, Heartwarming Inspirational Romance– a story about the King who conquered the world with love, a story about two people who was drowned with it, and a story of faith, of prayer, of hope, and of God’s will.

Indeed, romance stories have never been this beautiful. Indeed, when God is placed in every life story, everything becomes all the more beautiful! Most importantly, everything comes into place like the puzzle pieces that make up a most wondrous image.

This story revolves about two servants of Christ who found each other through circumstances. And ultimately through the music of God’s love in their hearts. Matt and Haley may not have started off with hearts and rainbows and flowers, but that made the story all the sweeter. I would not say any more at this point, because that would mean explaining something that goes beyond a mere attraction between two people.

This is true love in each of its pages. It is 1st Corinthians Chapter 13 personified! This is the love of God, reflected on two imperfect people.

And what ultimately drew me to this story was how the author weaved the story, and how I understood that though it was full of flaws, still, none of it mattered. None of it. Because everything fell into place and everything was fully understood, when Felicia Mason wrote:

If I’ve made any errors, blame it on my head and not my heart.

Oh Lord, You have been faithful to me all along. I’ve seen Your beauty through this story. I know nothing can be compared to You. You are the Most High, but still, I thank You for this. I thank You with all my heart, Lord God.

In the sweetest name of Jesus, our Lord…

Amen!

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The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass

The Secrets of the Little Bonnie Lass: Sheep

Dear Readers,

Oh what a blessed day!

Every Monday until Thursday of every week, Powerhouse sits together to share the Word of the Lord with each other. Powerhouse is a family of believers who aims to be the salt and light of the world. Every twelve noon, passages in the Bible will be shared and voices of hearts will be heard.

This particular day, however, is one of the special days we have had.

Only four members attended.

Yes, only four. But this did not stop us on meditating on God’s beautiful Word. One brother in Christ shared his devotion last night. You see, he is fond of animals (really fond of them) and so he searched of the characteristics of a sheep.

Yes, love. A sheep.

Well, once we heard the word, “sheep,” we all ooehd and aahed being that a sheep is sooo cute and fluffy. But the thing is, they are not cute. They are very stubborn! When they get lost, they do not find their way to the herd. When you intend to kill them, they do not scream or do anything. Moreover, their wools start to thicken when they get lost because apparently, no one takes care of them. They are basically… nothing. And as much as we would like to deny it, we ARE like them. We are stubborn to a fault; we choose to slip away from God, thinking that it would give us freedom. But it won’t. In the long run, we will not have a sense of direction, we will lose our way, and as a result, our wools will grow soooo thick that we almost cannot see.

But there is one great news! Because like a shepherd who lost one sheep, God will continue to find us and lead us to Him and will always continue to be faithful. See how blessed we are that He will trim all our wools that keep us distant from Him? It is true, indeed. That if grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking. So let us continue to go back to our Father. He is constant always and forever!

 

With love,

The Little Bonnie Lass

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