Truth be told, I was not that affected because in the back of my mind, I know that they will make up. Although, I was also contemplating on what will happen if this rift would go on. If they hadn't made up the next day, we have no choice but to interfere. The Lord really answered my prayer so there was no need for us to meddle in. Thank you, Lord!!! I never imagined that Sis Janine and Jessreal would ever go into a misunderstanding because they are like two peas in a pod. I guess my conception was wrong.
Now, here is the poem and the whole message of Sis Janine. She cried heavily on this matter. That's why this is not just your ordinary friend fights. This is not an ordinary poem either.
Paroxysm
(a sudden violent emotion or action)
In the 15th of February
My heart was broke
My spirit was crashed
Pain and pride, I gulped
As I took my cursing steps away from them,
Myriads of anguish blossomed within.
I was secretly groaning in excruciating pain
“ Oh, damsel when will this ever end? ”
My soul said, “Stop. Please, do not walk away.
Don’t act like an ogre badly dismay. ”
My ego hissed, “Hate. Do not look back.
Act like a Titan; be ready to attack.”
I was driven by an ecstatic force they labeled as anger.
I totally forgot it’s just a letter away from danger.
I drowned myself in oblivion and became madly bitter.
How it did happen- I couldn’t possibly remember.
Oh, what an agony not to look them in the eyes,
Not to say a word to the “angels in disguise”.
Perhaps, no greater pain one could ever feel
Than to hide all those tormenting tears
Oh, what a pathetic plight it had been
How stupid I was to bring so much pain
To agonize those precious benign beings
And give them not a chance to perfectly explain
I disdain myself for being eccentric and brat
But I praise God for touching each one’s heart
Only the epitome of love, mercy, and grace
Could heal the brokenhearted and set love ablaze
Truly, our Abba, Father could give emancipating peace
He alone understands even the most silent tears.
Today, it is 16th of February,
It seems not a day, but a year
I miss their innocent laughter
And the food we usually share
I miss those fragile arms
I lean for support
Oh, those gentle hands
I long to hold
The collision of love and hate burns your very soul
Yet I can’t promise not to taste it once more.
If loving them would require such perpetual “fall”
I’d be more willing to lose my senses at all
sophia [this is sis janine's pen name]
(a sudden violent emotion or action)
In the 15th of February
My heart was broke
My spirit was crashed
Pain and pride, I gulped
As I took my cursing steps away from them,
Myriads of anguish blossomed within.
I was secretly groaning in excruciating pain
“ Oh, damsel when will this ever end? ”
My soul said, “Stop. Please, do not walk away.
Don’t act like an ogre badly dismay. ”
My ego hissed, “Hate. Do not look back.
Act like a Titan; be ready to attack.”
I was driven by an ecstatic force they labeled as anger.
I totally forgot it’s just a letter away from danger.
I drowned myself in oblivion and became madly bitter.
How it did happen- I couldn’t possibly remember.
Oh, what an agony not to look them in the eyes,
Not to say a word to the “angels in disguise”.
Perhaps, no greater pain one could ever feel
Than to hide all those tormenting tears
Oh, what a pathetic plight it had been
How stupid I was to bring so much pain
To agonize those precious benign beings
And give them not a chance to perfectly explain
I disdain myself for being eccentric and brat
But I praise God for touching each one’s heart
Only the epitome of love, mercy, and grace
Could heal the brokenhearted and set love ablaze
Truly, our Abba, Father could give emancipating peace
He alone understands even the most silent tears.
Today, it is 16th of February,
It seems not a day, but a year
I miss their innocent laughter
And the food we usually share
I miss those fragile arms
I lean for support
Oh, those gentle hands
I long to hold
The collision of love and hate burns your very soul
Yet I can’t promise not to taste it once more.
If loving them would require such perpetual “fall”
I’d be more willing to lose my senses at all
sophia [this is sis janine's pen name]
>>>helo sis...after what happened,i was able to make this poem...out of the blue....grave gyid ang nahitabo sis...it was so dramatic yet so real...God bless sis..
What happened to them made me realize that the bond that we share in the Blessed Singleness is not ordinary and that it's really the Lord who holds us together. If it was just a mere human bond, we would have ended up separating and going our own ways. Their rift could have led them to stop speaking with each other for years! I am very grateful to the Lord that He kept us intact. Blessed Singleness will not be Blessed Singleness if we lose three members in just a single day or any other day.
I know that we still have a long way to go. My heart's desire is for us to be together until the end. However, it is the Lord's will that will be done. I know that He is preparing us for something big, although, we still don't know what it is. That is why I really cherish all the memories that we have together while we are still in college. Misunderstandings occur every now and then and it's just normal for us humans. In order to resolve that easily, we should practice becoming a humble and forgiving person. No matter how hurt we are.
The Lord is always here with us. He won't let His children go astray. God speed, my sisters and brothers in Christ Jesus!!!