This is a poem in the book 'Still Elusive Love'. Love whispers, love invites. Sometimes, the noise in our lives drowns out its whisper. Sometimes, our doubts shout above love. When you feel peace and joy, in subtleness, there is love. Listen to the whispers.
Still Elusive Love is a collaborative work with Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete. She's such a passionate poet and it was really my pleasure working with her.
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This poem started as a reflection on one of the Stations of the Cross - the 10th Station: Jesus is Stripped of his garments. I can only imagine the pain of having the dried cloth ripped off his body. As I went through the retreat, I realized that I was going through the same ripping of the cloth. I bandaged my wounds with dirty cloth in my hurry to get healed. But they didn't heal. I had to go through the painful stripping, to revisit old wounds, so that the healing bandage can be used. Only the bandage of his love can heal my wounds.
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