Holy Week 2011
by markinton
[Good Friday] While waiting outside the chapel for our turn for the veneration of the cross, CJ and I had our musings about our lives inside and out of the seminary. Then, he recognized the instrumental music playing inside the chapel.
There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them allBut of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
CJ invited me to spend the Holy Week at the seminary. Only during Holy Wednesday, after work, when I made the final decision to pack my bag and go. We stayed at the Cogliandro House for 4 days and followed the preparation and meal schedule of the seminary while the rest we spent having our personal meditation / contemplation / confession / sleep (ahem!) / and chat. We even both had the chance of going to nanay Diding for his hilot and some halo-halo at Tropical Hut.
We came back there to make a restart in life and the Beatles’ song “In My Life” was a perfect song to contemplate with.
Changes have happened since we left. But familiar things, things that made it home for us, still remain. The people with the old banters. The old tiles. The old knobs. the old prayers. We have left treasures hidden by our soul to the very ground where Don Bosco’s dreams are made. Once in a while, we know we could come back and relish the fond memories which we once called life.
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
on the third day, the room (2nd floor #3 cogliandro house) was found empty.
