Saturday And Sunday Entry

When the world rattles
like jeepneys racing through rain-slick streets,
and my thoughts scatter
like laundry in sudden wind,

We close our eyes
and anchor them on You.

Not on unpaid bills,
not on the noise of what-ifs,
not on the sharp edge of tomorrow
but on the steady rhythm
of Your promise.

And somehow,
in the middle of unfinished tasks
and restless nights,
peace arrives

not loud,
not dazzling,
but whole.

Like a hand on my shoulder
whispering,
Stay here.
Trust Me.