To my Everdearest,


Hey! Do you know that I am so in love with you? Do you know that I am deeply and greatly in love with you? From even the first of firsts I have loved and adored you. You are the apple of my eye. I love gazing at you day after day, each and every moment of your life. My thoughts toward you are countless. You are precious. You are wonderful!

Has anyone told you that you’re unloved, alone, useless or pathetic? I tell you, you are not. How do I know? I know all things! and I know you. For I, with my own bare hands, have made, formed and created you. You are not a mistake. No, never! You are a super masterpiece. You are my treasure! Never believe those who tell you that you’re ugly or unattractive because I, in my own image, have molded you, fearfully and wonderfully. I delight in you!


By this time, perhaps you already know who I am. I want to lavish this love on you. I want you to know me; who I am and what I feel for you, so please continue reading.

Some people think of me as a fabrication of the mind. Others say that I’m just a person and some acknowledge my existence but deems of me as distant and unfriendly, snobbish or even deaf. I am not. I even hear your heart. Happiness, excitement, feelings of warmth and love, all of your sobs and wails, your losses, hurts and disappointments, even your fears, suspicions and worries. It doesn’t mean that when you don’t hear or see me, I am not there. I have always been by your side–waiting for you to notice and know me. Always able and available; with open arms, I will accept you as you are.

Feel your heart. Each beat comes from my hand. I am your life-giver. The air you breathe and the food you eat are all for you to have life. I sustain you and give you strength. Every good thing that you see around you comes from me. I know all that you need and  will provide for them because I care for you. Even the best of your future is in my hand. A future that has been always filled with hope.

I am a friend. I am a brother. I am the Perfect Father. I want to comfort you in all of your troubles. I want to fill you with peace and joy. I desire to make you stronger and stronger through the trials that you face. I am faithful. I will never leave you nor forsake you. I will never let you go. Unlike people, I am always, ever-true to my promises. Are you weary? Come to me and I will give you calming and comforting rest; for I am kind and I am gracious. I am good. I will never stop doing good to you. I am who I am. I am love itself. I love you more than you could ever know. These words are not enough to describe how much I care and adore you.


My child, I hurt when I see you hurting. Every time you cry, I always feel your pain. That is why I always desired and longed to be with you. I can give you joy in the midst of your trials. Cling to me and you will feel peace like you never, ever felt before. These things I can give you, if you would just let me.

Child, I can show great things if you would call to me. Seek me with all of your heart and you will find me. Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart. I can do all things and I am able to do immeasurably far more than you could possibly imagine.

I love you and I will never stop loving you. I died on the cross in your place, not wanting anyone to perish but for all to come to repentance. To tell you that I am not counting your shortcomings;  and to save you from the bondage of sin. I love you this much. I gave up my life so that you and I could be reconciled.

If you will accept my gift of salvation, nothing will ever separate you from my love again.

I am your Father and will always be your Father.

P.S. I am waiting for you.


With an Everlasting Love,

Daddy, Almighty God


After the Rain


The thick, dark clouds are moving away

As they reveal the sun’s strong prevailing rays

Darkness and gloom came to a fading end

The rainbow appears, humbly and gloriously bent

I hear the music of birds’ chirping

Of little children shouting and singing

I can’t hide the joy of seeing the sun once anew

A blessing of hope, magnifying daylight’s value

Dull days and cold nights are over

Now dancing under sunlight’s warm harbor

For once I thought, life for me is already dawning

There maybe pain in the night, but joy comes in the morning.


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Weekly Challenge: Fit to Write|Pen, Paper and Wellness

Health. What does true health really mean? The condition of being sound in mind, body or spirit~that is, one definition; but to some of us, health may be something more than just good physical and mental condition. Good health may mean as different to an asthma battler and a cancer survivor, an introverted child and an unashamed expressionist, and ; to paint~slingers, shutterbugs and wordsmiths.

My health is writing.

We have different reasons why we write. As for me, writing is a drug, an outlet, an addiction that keeps me sane and fresh~socially, emotionally and spiritually. This is the way I express my inner self, my soul, my heart. It is in this art of words and letters that I know my self more, and have the chance to improve, cultivate and correct my self to a better person. As a song to a singer, so as writing to me. I couldn’t be who I am today if not for those short~scribblings; the sporadic ignition of the light bulb at the side of my head.

A healthy outside starts from the inside. ~Robert Urich

Aside of this blog, SOARLIKEEAGLE, I have this little, red journal where I keep record of experiences, ideas, breakthroughs and emotions: whether it be anger and depression, joy and excitement, amazement, drive and inspiration. This scarlet eavesdropper has helped me a lot even in its earliest months.

Writing also opens my eyes to diverse, colorful worlds, lets me clutch the existence of places unknown and embrace their fullness. I am able to fly and course through the vast universe of imagination and creativity, those kingdoms of princes and princesses, the extremities of the human capabilities and the insurmountable depths of its genius.

Lastly, In my darkest moments of the valleys, I find myself heard and comforted by the Inescapable One; the One who hears ~ when I write my blues and distress, my heartbreaks and tribulation.


Daily Prompt: Life Line (To All the Hands)

You have more to do than just exist

There’s more to you than just to miss

To work and tire are not your only tasks

You and your brother has work, so vast

Keep the fractured soul from breaking

Preserve those tears and stop them from falling

Clap a cluster, tap a shoulder and hold another

Show your owner’s feelings~compassionate and tender

Do not yield to the clingy, betraying lusts

For other lives  may crumble just as fast

Do the finest of the best that you can

Change the world, help somebody, transform a man


In the Brink of Demise

It was a damp night. I can hear the ambient sound of raindrops on the glass windows. I gently opened one of the doors and expectedly, it created a soft, creepy creak. I slowly entered the narrow gap between the jamb and the door with one side of the body first, so that I could have a peek of what’s inside. The room is dark, but sporadic lightning gives a hint of its features—I thought I saw dolls and teddy bears, a few of toys was left in the floor. The room is rather simple; a study table, a single bed, a tall cabinet and an unlit lamp.

Oh man. It’s just hard to find petite little girls in times like this. You know, I’m not into child games like hide-and-seek back when I was a youngster.

I didn’t bother turning the lights on. The periodic flashes of lightning that comes from the windows would be enough for me to see. “Come on, girl,” I whispered to myself.  Is she here? I don’t know, really. I wanted to believe she’s in here so I searched for any signs in the balcony, under the bed and in the tall, creepy cabinet. Maybe she’s really not here.

Stop. I thought I saw that really weird sofa chair on the corner of the room moved.  Is it her? It’s her. It is definitely her. I inclined and peeked under the chair and saw her curled up like a firm, clenched fist.

There you are.”I murmured.

I carefully stepped a few steps trying to get close to her. I accidentally stepped on one of her toys which almost made me slip.

“Don’t go near.” She said in a tensed voice.  She was trying to be tranquil but she did not succeed. Her voice was high-pitched and shaky; one can easily say that she was so seriously scared and panicky.

“Hey baby, what’s the matt—“ I tried to move and get closer.

“I said,” she hollered, “–don’t go near me!” The girl sure was brave. She yelled as she slowly stood up until her body was slightly bent, while staring at me with angry eyes. The lassie was at most 10 years old; in her loose pajamas that extended further than the length of her legs.

“I swear, if you go a step near me,” she dared to challenge me. “I’ll-I’ll shout!” She was agitated and her body seems shaking. Her shoulders were raised and her arms glued to her slight body while her fists were clasped tight.

I can’t deny it. The wobbly, frightened voice made her cuteness more irresistible. Though I was a bit hesitant of going close, I stepped two, small, hushed steps towards her and halted, observing her responses to my sudden act. Instantaneously, she gasped for air as she widened her eyes.  It was like she was out of breath for a second or two. She was stunned for an instant after the puff; then—I already knew she was going to scream.

That was it. I shouldn’t let her scream or else the neighbors would hear and of course, those busybodies would come over and mess with me – I always hated busybodies. I can’t let anything or anyone get in my way or else I would be in serious danger. I didn’t want something like that to happen. Besides, I never felt the coldness night inside a jail. I was never caught, you see.  I had to make a move; so I rushed to her.

In one stride, I got near. She managed to carry out short screeches but when I clutched her jowl, the screams were muffled. She shuddered violently until I took hold of her shoulders and managed to control her wobbling by embracing her with my arms. I can feel my right hand drenched with the tears of the fearful child.  The stifled noises of her terror were barely audible.

I felt thrilled. I don’t really know why. No, I’m not crazy; I’m sane. Though I don’t really know why I was in this situation right now, I was pretty sure that this ain’t right—perhaps.

Wait.  At that moment, I thought I heard something. I held on to the kid more firmly and tried to heed and listen to any suspicious noise.

“Caitlyn!” I think it’s a man’s voice. I heard it. I could tell he was downstairs.

The lass, though she was crying uncontrollably stifled, were filled with hope; I could tell. She twisted and wriggled in all directions to have at least one chance of getting out of my arms. As she did this, she tried to make noises so badly that she almost lost all of her strength—I can see that she’s already taking very deep breaths. Her efforts were no match for my brawn. Besides, she’s just a puny, little girl. The man downstairs could not possibly hear us.

“Oh no, my God…” Now the voice was clearer and closer. I was certain He already saw it. I was getting uneasy thinking he’s already close by. He was beginning to be terrified and so am I. I heard the banging of doors as he continues his frantic search. “Caitlyn! Caitlyn, where are you?!” The man’s voice was hoarse and edgy. It was loud that you could probably hear it wherever part of the house you are in. My breathing’s getting fast and real intense. My heartbeats were killing me as every pound hurt my chest. Feels like throwing up. What if he finds us? What if he kills me? I can’t think straight. I can’t even breathe right.

I shook the girl’s head trying to tell her to hush. Shivering, I whispered in her ear as I grit my teeth, “Shut up!” She shed more heavy tears with her eyes tightly shut.

Suddenly, there came another deafening thunder. It’s funny how I got shaken and startled. The child took advantage of the moment and bit the skin off of my index finger.

“Ow!” I glanced at my hand and shook the blood off. Oh, I remember. This blood did not solely come from the wound just now, so it will not easily come off.

She managed to get out of my grasp and run away but I got along her and grabbed her long hair. The persistent kid had the opportunity to bang the wooden door with her right hand before I squeezed and lifted her in midair. We backed up away from the door as she screamed her heart out.

 “Dad,Dad! I’m here! Help, I’m he— “I got her again in the jaw and covered her mouth .I guess the man will find us anyway. I can hear his running footsteps in the timber stairs.

 “Caitlyn! Where—Caitlyn!”

He’s probably closer. I have to get ready. What do I do? Now, I’m getting more jumpy and anxious. I’m scared. I got to do something.

With the girl still squirming in my arms, I rounded the room to find something of use. I muttered words to myself which I could not also understand, with anxiety and fear as I take deep, shaky breaths.  I dragged the girl and searched in the drawers while my hands shook violently. Finally, after opening three drawers, I found a piteous pair of scissors. Is it not too late?

I felt a hit at the back of my head. The child got loose of my clutch as I fell flat on my face. I was lucky I didn’t pass out; or was I? He’s already here. How? Maybe he went through the balcony door that I left open. What neglect! I’m screwed.

The man turned me over to my back and pummeled me; then again and again. I could see his infuriated face even through the shadows of the room. That resentment I set my gaze upon was unimaginable, inconceivable. I never saw anything like that visage before. For that I knew he will never stop it. He will never stop beating me. Even now, I could not feel his punches anymore; it’s just full faintness. I could feel the blood spurting and dripping from the wounds on my face. Is this appropriate? Is this reasonable? Now, I’m a threat to his child. This is right for me and I deserve this justice.  But my family, my greatest treasures, did not apparently.

I loved them. They’re so dear to me. I would give anything –if they ask for the world, I would gladly surmount it; even if it costs me my own, devastated life. They’re my whole world. Now that they’re gone, there’s no reason left to breathe. So I think I just lost my own mind.

Whilst the beast continued on thrashing me with his fists, I could hear the stormy cries of the child. She was crying for me. She cried the same cries my child howled when I was in the brink of demise. That was when this exact scenario happened in our innocent and peaceful home; only, tonight, I was the killer.

Then I remembered how I heartlessly killed her mother just because she was protecting her from me. But this blameless, little girl was crying for me—I know it from the very bottom of my heart. I felt loved once again.

Did I die? It doesn’t matter anymore. All I want is to be loved again; and it was granted.