Sabado, Oktubre 1, 2016
Inside St. Vincent the Paul Seminary in Calbayog
Stepping down from the rented car after an hour and a half ride from hometown Lavezares, we saw Manay Nene (Ryan's mother) waiting for us by the seminary's main hall. She came a day before the ceremony to assist his son in that very special occasion. I saw people moving around the seminary compound which sits on top of a hill. Earlier, I took pity on two older ladies as they struggle to walk on a very steep road leading up to the seminary.
All over the seminary, the mode was both festive and solemn. There were yellow and white buntings fluttering by the main building. Going by the stairs, people are busy yet barely talking with each other, perhaps, because minds are all set for the special event set to happen in a few minutes.
We went on the second floor of the building and saw for myself the dorm-like rooms of the seminarians. Ryan shares a room with nine others which they call BEC-Pasidayag. Each of the room is considered a BEC cell. BEC stands for Basic Ecclesial Community which is the basic church, composed of small number of families in the neighborhood, that is self-nourishing and self-sustaining made possible through communal praying and sharing and following God's Word.
At exactly nine o'clock, the mass started with Bishop Isabelo Abarquiz of the Diocese of Calbayog as the presider along with more than ten priests. Hearing the opening song, tears started to form in my eyes. I cannot explain why I am getting emotional. This also, I always feel, everytime I hear the Mass at Cebu's Santo Nino Basilica Minore. As the music ended, I find myself wiping the tears away.
The homily of the bishop was not only delivered for the seminarians to be invested, I consider it a conscience call for everybody. It struck a chord in my heart as the bishop repeatedly reminded the seminarians to serve God and the poor, a mission much animated by St. Vincent de Paul in whose honor the seminary was named and who is celebrating his feast on that day. If only people in this country take seriously "Serve God, Serve the Poor" as a mission statement, giving life to it on a daily basis, societal problems would be much easier to address.
In the middle of the mass, the bishop blessed the habits of the seminarians in the presence of their respective parents. Each of them went up to their room and wore the vestments assisted by their parents. Then, they went back to the chapel for the continuation of the ceremony until the end of the mass.
Then, all proceeded to the Covered Court on the left side of the main building for the reception. There were a lot of food for everybody and a space for every seminarian and his family. Food was great. It seems the seminary is already used to such kind of big event.
Ryan took us to every nook and cranny of the building. He showed us the dining hall, study room, classrooms, took a peek at the library, then, to the rector's hall where old photos of rectors and seminarians are displayed. Then, we went back to the chapel to say important prayers kneeling by the relics of Saint Vincent de Paul and Saint John Paul II.
As we leave the seminary, the desire to go back is becoming more intense. It really is always a coming home to a sacred place where God is.#
Linggo, Setyembre 11, 2016
MGA SINURAT BINISAYA NI RODEL C. CUYCO
A SOLITARY LIFE
Rodel C. Cuyco
Like a moon
All alone yet not lonely
Illuminating the dark sky
Creatures looking up for its beauty
As it appears in a crescent, in a quarter and in full
Momentarily forgotten when it disappears on some nights
But never gone
Only to start anew
And draw a new cycle
Like a star
Sparkling through the night
Plentiful yet separated by lightyears
Forming magnificent constellations with all others
Inspiring dreams
Energizing doers
Called by name they will never know
Flooding the skies with eternal glow
January 2024
STORMY NIGHT WITH
GRANDMA
Rodel C. Cuyco
The sky is overcast
A cooler breeze fills the air
Like on ordinary day
Seconds and hours count
Radio broadcasts a
typhoon entering the PAR
Sounds of horns count
Village’s megaphone
blaring
Signaling people to take
shelter on safer ground
Seconds and hours count
Humming winds now
getting gusty
Til it howls and growls
Rains pounding to no end
Water rising
Filling up the streets
The gardens
To the doorsteps
In my Lola's nipa-thatched sturdy hut
We siblings on my Lola's old bed
As nanay and tatay
stayed at decadent home
As winds whistle
As clattering of unknown
objects heard
As terrifying and
agonizing wind lashes
Thanks to the comfort of
Lola’s stories
Thanks to her soothing
voice and melodies
As we all slept on her one
long crocheted blanket
Til the storm is over
Til we woke up to a bright
new day
January 2024
CROCS IN WHITE
Rodel C. Cuyco
Great words
Lofty ideas
Reverberating through
the halls
That was supposed to be
hallowed
By occupants of
yesteryears
Where fleece and soles
Made of noblest molds
As the lights are turned off
Sounds muted
Darkness reigns
Snakes extend their
fangs
Crocs flexing their
mouths wide open
Biting one another
Devouring anything and
everything
That is good and true
Just to survive
While the rest grapple for breathing ‘til drowned
If only the government is
run
By the likes of Rizal
and Gandhi
By the mold of Saint Francis
of Assisi
It would be a different
country
Where there is love for
the poor
Greed has no place
Where there is
selflessness
Pride is lost
Where there is charity
Love reigns!
January 2024
Pasko san Parag-uma
Disyembre 25
Adlaw san kabuhay san Ginoo
Espesyal nga adlaw sa tanan
Pero sa akon, ordinaryo la
Alas 5 san aga
Bagting san singbahan
Para sa maniringba
Nagbuhat sa higdaan
Nagsul-ot saruwal ngan bado pang uma
Samtang sa iba nga panimalay
Nagliliwan an mga tagbalay
San pinakamaupay ngan bag-o nga beste
Kinuha ko an kalo ngan ginhinab-it an arado
Mientras sa iba nga balay
An amyon san regalo
San bag-o nga sapatos nangangalimwag
Namahaw ako san tinug-on nga saging
Mientras sira, keso ngan hamon
Nag-uran sin makusog
Salamat, nasudlan tubig an pasakay
Sira tisimba
Ako tipa uma
Pero di ba an misa de gallo
Nagtikang sa amon nga parag-uma?
Maupay kay hunuraw man
Nagragit an adlaw
Deretso la ak pag-arado
Gamit an akon tig-arug na nga karabaw
Sige la
Sige la
Para sa pamilya, sa mga anak
Bisan Pasko
Urawa may uran
Urawa may kusog
Arado la
Arado la
Magsayuan
Si Hesus liwat
Sa pagsayuan sa sabsaban
Gugma la an dara
Ako man gugma liwat an dara
(Pasko 2024)
Mani, mani
Puto, puto
Iraid, iraid
Libot libot sa bungto
Sa waiting shed, sa merkado
Sa eskwelahan, sa guwa san singbahan
Sa baybayon, sa plaza
Sa tanan nga kanto
Tikang syete anyos tubtob kinse
Mao ini ako sadto
Waray kapagalan, waray reklamo
Malipay man san hatag nga dyes porsyento
Simple la an tuyo, makadamo benta
Lakaw lakaw sa kalye, malingkod ngan hulat san tawo
Ilob san paso, uran, ngan aso
Ilob san bug-at, ilob san pira ka kilo
Testigo an akon tsinelas nga pinalit sa Boholano
Raudas maski pakarin, sudsod sa semento
Napipitas na manla, maupay kay may alamre o perdeble
Kahuman matugbos ngan deretso sa pangato
Laban la an pitas nga tsinelas
Matanggal man an alamre, liliwanan utro
Tubtob sa mapudpod, tubtob sa mabadla na an siki
Iilobon tubtob makapalit sin bag-o
Ragasnas
Rodel C. Cuyco
12.10.2017
(I was inspired to write after I read Rizal's Mi Retiro)
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