MY DAILY PAIN AND JOY 
By Irene Andres Mercado-Magtuloy
September 7, 1949
The greatest and my daily pain,
That makes me cry to heaven above,
Is weakness of will to unchain
This feeble heart from all self-love.
Self-love! Ah, dreadful enemy!
That pulls my heart, entangles it,
I wish that you are dead in me,
For then, true love at every beat.
Can I not uproot this selfish love,
That really blinds my wicked heart,
And leaves it cold without true love,
Unwounded by the keen, sweet dart?
Oh, surely, if I go ever near
To Jesus Lord, my God and All,
And to that tender Mother dear,
Ah, their love, prevent my fall.
My helplessness I now enjoy,
Because by it I learn to love,
That tender, Blessed Mother, joy
And source of God’s love above.
She’ll make my soul with grace abound;
She’ll give my heart her love for God;
Thus with her cares my soul surround,
If I shall only and only trust in God.
Oh, happy is a heart like mine!
To have a place of safe refuge,
Worth far more any diamond mine;
My faltering heart to love she’ll urge.
It was written on Sept. 7, 1949, when at the
age of twenty, an illness shattered all my
ambitions and dreams, forsaken by friends,
and aside from my parents, I had only God and
the Queen of Heaven for comforters. IAMM
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ALDOLDO KUNG LUMBE AT TULA
© Neng Maria Teresa M. Evangelista
ALDOLDO KUNG LUMBE AT TULA
Linikas neng Maria Teresa M. Evangelista
Enero 24, 2010
Lumbe ku king aldo-aldo a peka-sukdulan,
Akwa ku pang tatago karin Banua katasan,
Ya pin ing abulus ke ing sarili kung keinan,
Matbud kung pusu, kabud sarili luluguran.
Lugud-sarili! Kalaban yang makatakut!
Ing kanakung pusu a silu ne at akulyut,
Sana kilub ku salikadkad niang matepuk,
Kanita, dalise lugud karing balang tibuk.
Makasariling lugud akwa sang a pugtalan,
Pablasang ining pusu ku keyang bubulagan,
At king dimla at kasiasan ume niamung lakuan,
At king pana ning tune lugud eman mituran?
O, siguradu, nung munta ku man malapitan,
Kang Jesus Guinu, a kakung Dios at sabla ngan,
At king malingap a Indu tamung kaluguran,
Lugud da manyagip ban e ku mitalabu man.
Matutula kung bina kening kanakung kelan,
Uli niti, lulugud tutu yang panigaralan,
At ing banal a Indu, Iya ing tulang sangkan,
At ing Dios babo nung nu ing lugud panibatan.
Ing pusu ku king grasya na oyni mikatmuan,
Pauli ning lugud na king Dios pusu ku kapnuan,
King lingap na, ing kaladua ku mipadurutan,
Nung aku kabud magtiwala king Dios Katasan.
O, pusu ku katula nang e makanyan-kanyan!
Mika baleng ligtas maging kanakung santungan,
A maulagang igit pa king diamanting minahan,
Kabang manglap kung pusu keyang antabayanan.