When I Stared Up Above...

The vastness of luminous dark grey, opened widely
as I stared above the skies.

with a moving tinge of white cottony clouds,
slowly passing through the starry backdrop
of blackness from above

and the distant full moon just alone, shining -
as if a huge marker of guiding light
from the passing clouds

with a ringless rainbow surrounding the dimmer light
creating a magical awe-effect to the mind
what a beautiful scenary, to look at -

on a peaceful guarding of the house -
for the Beloved.




~billymacdeus

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Epigrams in President Barack Obama's Farewell Address 2017

(this came from my drafts, i have to publish it once and for all)


I watched President Obama's Farewell address live, via YouTube Streaming. I know I am apolitical  on the US' political scene, yet to the inquisitive mind, i chose to finish it until the end, albeit i came from a work shift and i should be sleeping already that time.


Please indulge yourselves on these beautiful and profound thoughts coming from him. I have to mention, he never looked at his teleprompter or "kodigo" while delivering his speech, that was my observation. Did he do his speech extemporaneously? I knew he prepared for it but to convey such address in almost an hour farewell is such a mastery. He delivered it with conviction, with heart, and creating a trance you get to gravitate with during the full course of his speech.



"My fellow Americans, Michelle and I have been so touched by all the well wishes that we’ve received over the past few weeks.  But tonight, it’s my turn to say thanks."


"Whether we have seen eye-to-eye or rarely agreed at all, my conversations with you, the American people, in living rooms and in schools, at farms, on factory floors, at diners and on distant military outposts -– those conversations are what have kept me honest, and kept me inspired, and kept me going. " 


"And every day, I have learned from you.  You made me a better President, and you made me a better man." 


"Change only happens when ordinary people get involved and they get engaged, and they come together to demand it"


"For every two steps forward, it often feels we take one step back.  But the long sweep of America has been defined by forward motion, a constant widening of our founding creed to embrace all and not just some."


"In 10 days, the world will witness a hallmark of our democracy."


"Our youth, our drive, our diversity and openness, our boundless capacity for risk and reinvention means that the future should be ours.  But that potential will only be realized if our democracy works.  Only if our politics better reflects the decency of our people."


"If you’re tired of arguing with strangers on the internet, try to talk with one in real life. If something needs fixing, lace up your shoes and do some organizing."

  
"Show up.  Dive in.  Persevere."


"Sometimes you’ll win.  Sometimes you’ll lose."


"If you’re disappointed by your elected officials, grab a clipboard, get some signatures, and run for office yourself."






There was more, but for now - let's enjoy the richness of his wisdom. 

~billymacdeus

Singing, At A Different Level (Part 1)

According to research, singing - the vocal production of musical tone is so ancient that it even predates the development of spoken language.


I am exploring this topic because I wanted to share, my experience - possibly leaving an internet  footprint of the journey which all started, back in my kindergarten years, me, being a member of the choir.


Singing, at a different level.


Late 1989, it has all begun. It's the so-called, PNK Choir, a children's worship service choir dedicated to singing praises of worship in children's worship service of the Church of Christ (INC) - a religion re-established in the Philippines in July 27, 1914.


Each locale congregation of the INC has their own adult choir and children's choir. I started joining the latter during one of the year-end Thanksgiving - the choir is not the ordinary choir for children where you gather only if there are performances. This one requires discipline, efforts, sacrifices, faith and love. We practice weekly because the service is every Sunday, the hymns we sing during the Children's Worship Service must be practiced first before we perform our duties. During special occasions such as the mid-year Thanksgiving and year-End Thanksgiving, our rehearsal sessions are more rigorous, at times - spending more than an hour as we learn the notes, the hymns and tones of the numbers we are going to sing, led by the organist and the choir director.


At a young age, the foremost remembrance of me being in the choir is the unexplained feeling that pours over me as i walk the aisle of the church going to the choir loft; this happens on Thanksgiving Days. During Sunday worship services (PNK), i get to experience also an overflowing of calming, yet powerful emotions, something i couldn't describe when i was younger, and later unraveled as i received the truth during the indoctrination period.


With the endless weekly practice - a habit was not only formed at an early young age, the dedication (as a virtue) unbeknownst to me at that time were instilled; there were times - that i would ask and remind my folks for them to prep me for the practices or worship - and although i wonder why they smile back then, i now realized the reasons of their reactions as i progressed in my calling as an officer  - as a choir member.


Looking back further, and trying now to put my adult self in a child's shoes, on the way it gives importance to the duty of being in the choir - i highly think that the perseverance shown by my child-self back then was not driven mainly by my liking or being interested to sing in a choir, but because, something else is driving it at a larger scale. It was a gift bestowed, from a higher, divine calling. And that gift was a force that made me embraced the duty to being in the choir.


It is like when you give a precious gift to a child - he will adore it, care for it, wants it every moment, and at times they even wanted the gift lay close to them in bed. But what's making a difference being a member of the choir, singing on a weekly basis during your childhood years imparted, is that, this precious gift is considered as a renewed present, every time it was being performed(worship days), or being prepared (hymn practice). Which then makes it loop, an endless craving to do more, perform more and look forward more to the days of rehearsals, and worship services.


Another recollection from my memory performing in the choir as a child is the flowing of tears freely from within as we sang those hymns of praises, it's quite puzzling - from an adult non-INC's perspective - as to why the children cry during their hymn singing. Yet, in contrast to my own thoughts now as an adult inside the INC - as i observe the children singing hymns specially during Thanksgiving Days, i can see my child-self  to them when i was younger. Joyously reverberating the hymns from their young voices, echoing the powerful hymns of praises they rehearsed at a young mind and heart. The reason?, it was because of the Holy Spirit's grace and companionship.


Indeed, singing at a different level - a level where compassion and  divine spiritual inspiration were infused in the performance of a holy duty.




-billymacdeus


PS:

This is the part 1 of this article - encompassing my experience as a member of the Children's Worship Choir inside the Church of Christ.

I shall write soon the journey of my being in the Juniors Choir.

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