the pope is in the philippines. and today, he bravely flew to tacloban* despite intense tropical warning signals. in his words: “i am here to be with you – a little bit late, but i’m here.”
as i watched the grasses start a rigaudon dance, creating a calming ripple along the soft curves of mount batulao, padre jorge reminded me something of his perseverance: go for your goals but keep the flickering flame steady and bright while you hold firmly onto the rocks. hope and faith.
a bleak, thin wind kissed me. a light drizzle softly tickles through my skin. as i continued my trek, my faith was affirmed.
*tacloban is a city in eastern philippines. it was greatly devastated by typhoon haiyan/yolanda in november 2013.