I am not rich nor popular haha,
but I am famous to my family,
despite, or because of, my receding hairline.
Actually, my son loves malling,
that’s why he likes me.
I guess the space there,
affords some mental freedom.
He loves being free, at least spatially.
And sweet stuff, too.
Days before the Vigil,
I was mentally tormented, a residue of my previous post.
So I had vanilla cone twirl at Jollibee,
and read Kung and Moltmann,
and had wishing, floating candle at the foot of Mother.
Simple freeing moments: I am your playing child.
And the sweetest stuff?
when we held up our Easter candles in church,
lighting the darkness within.
Easter Vigil is over,
but the Light keeps burning,
So I pray:
bless my fellow bloggers
and curious readers
who visit this desert tent, pond, and playground.
May the blogging ground,
become our “mall of freedom,”
our simple response to Your call
to live as children of the Risen, Free God.
Happy Easter Everyone…
You, too Papa Jesus…
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