This was something I wrote just before I left the Jesuits. It’s a very special poem for me, not only because of the things I went through when I was writing the poem, but because in many ways, it is something that continues to be true for me today. We journey through life thinking that … Continue reading Prayer of the Prodigal Son
#61: I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Today we pray for FREEDOM. 1. Remember the heroes of your country and people who fought and gave their lives so you may have your freedom. 2. Remember one or two groups of people who are not yet free and are struggling for their freedom. 3. Pray for yourself. Pray for the internal slavery that … Continue reading #61: I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
#27: Touched by an Angel
A Maya Angelou poem is prayer beautifully penned, the words are worship, life encapsulated into rhyme. This is a prayer for Valentines Day. Listen to the video, and read the poem yourself, letting the words take flight in your heart. And when you are ready, write down your reflections on love in your journal. Touched … Continue reading #27: Touched by an Angel
I wrote the original (Filipino) version many years ago, for my philo professor, Fr. Roque Ferriols. The english version I wrote recently in a fit of inspiration during the storm Maring that devastated the whole of Metro Manila, the Philippines. I had written it in a fit of inspiration while watching a moth fly near … Continue reading Metamorphosis
The Lady At the Grotto Around 12 Midnight (When No One is Watching)
Many people who visit Baguio and the Lady of Lourdes Grotto do not know that the Jesuit Retreat House called Mirador is on top of it. This is where the Jesuits go every summer for villa (vacation) and retreat. This was written many years ago when I saw hundreds of people go up the steps of the Grotto on a particularly busy Saturday. I prayed to Mary just when it was around 12 midnight, no one else was there, and I imagined this scene take place...
And the Greatest of These Is…
A poem by Eric Santillan.
I remember writing this for Father Roque Ferriols, my Philosophy professor who is known as the Father of Filipino Philosophy. I gave this to him during our oral exams. And we talked about this poem instead of talking about the thesis statements.
Several weeks ago, I got a call from two of my former students. Their dad died suddenly catching everyone by surprise. They flew in from Cebu early morning. I met them at the hospital and was there during the whole ordeal.
This was what I wrote while all this was happening. I've always had some difficulty in front of pain and suffering. This was my way of expressing the frustration as well as the respect that I feel every time I face death.