The Story of A Ruined Wooden-Frameworked Nipa Chapel

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Passing along the street in our place…
stood a Wooden-Frameworked Nipa Chapel

The voices of the priests and the Christians celebrating the Holy mass—
deeply rooted to the hearts of them…
every words of God in the gospel,
prayers that is the music to our soul—
mystical union with God—that uplifts the spirit—
penetrates the soul…
making the hearts a good soil…
making ourselves a good person…
under a two-joined flat nipa roof,
supported by lightly carpentered wooden framework.

A typhoon comes and go—a strong one
This Wooden-Frameworked Nipa Chapel has been swaying
and was finally uprooted where it was earthed.
It was carried by the strong wind –the whole of it…
including the wooden cross—I am keeping…—

Yet, the Kingdom that cannot be shaken (Isaiah 54: 10),
from whence the spirit, sacredness, and holiness of the Holy mass
and the celebrations in the Wooden-Frameworked Nipa Chapel
was evident to all the Christians who received the spirit—
the gift that is freely given to everyone who opens the door
when our ‘faith knocks to ourselves.’