In this time of unimaginable grief, I guard my heart carefully lest I shun gestures of love expressed both awkwardly and beautifully. We can only imagine how much anguish and heartache the survivors have to endure. There is no telling what exactly it would take for a wounded nation like ours, to be better.
My heart will stop making sense of things. Instead, I will spot life-giving moments – the continuous exchange of love, the overflow of messages of hope, the image of a world that helps and reaches out, the echoes of prayer said in many different languages, often in sobs and fierce wailing, and that heroic disposition to build something new out of the rubbles.
I know that every Filipino, and anyone who has loved a Filipino will never be the same again after the storm.
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