A Humbling Letter to Thy Feast

ImageDerailed by a plethora of vanishing mementos in our lives, never did I loose my grip to my faith that I will always return back to where I was. Nostalgic is the feeling when you’re almost hanging on an edge of a cliff or walking in solitude in the midst of the bright night lights of the metro walks. More often, I stumbled from the path I’m treading waiting for somebody to pull me up and save me from perilous disputes. Yet you were there.

You brought me back the things I thought were mislaid.

You counseled my path when I’ve gone astray.

You searched for me when I was lost in space.

Misplaced was my every possession for quite a while. Drenched in sweaty fears of bleak and hopeless temperament, I hold on to Thy faith that someday everything lost will come back around, at the right time I suppose.  For whatever missing puzzle will always reach its completion. For whatever emptiness in our lives will soon has its own substantial filling.

Oftentimes, our paths meet intertwined crossroads that we don’t know where to confidently disembark in the end. Cognizant of the usual bustles of everyday, we still tend to go astray and consequently land to unplumbed places, farther from the real world where we should suppose to be grounded. But in these times, you were there. Embraced by your genuine love for us, you escorted me to the safe haven where I could grow back again.

Adrift, there’s also comes a point where we are drifting by the seas, out from the shorelines of our quest to greatness. We sailed to reach the horizons of our dreams yet those waves taunted us to lose ourselves in the midst. Trembling, we often see the other world far from what we know that has innately existed in us. But you emerge in front of our sight, to have and to hold, to save us from being lost.

There is perhaps no more loved and admired saint in the Catholic Church than you, Saint Anthony of Padua. Happy Feast Day to you! And may you’ll continue to counsel us and bring back everything we have lost.

You brought me back the things I thought were mislaid.

You counseled my path when I’ve gone astray.

You searched for me when I was lost in space.

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