BENEDICTA QUIAOIT RUIZ

BENEDICTA QUIAOIT RUIZ

The True Picture

i am still gathering

the possible answers

as to where and when

our lives converged

and the whys and hows

the chain of events

merged with what

orders the universe

had summoned

for you and i

to fully discern

who we are.

i am reading

between the lines

of every phrase

of our continuing story

and fill up all the spaces

with twists and turns

to narrate each chapter

that may lead us to the climax

as our book ends.

i am connecting every dot

travelling from south to west

and traversing north to east

on our journey

discovering the purposes

of intertwining circles

and overlapping lines

within the paradigms

of the world

we have to pursue.

i am putting the pieces

of the puzzle

by trial and error

as they interlock

and hold on, with hopes

not a piece is missing

magically the right image

and not an illusion

will come to view

miraculously transcending

the true picture of our lives.

Benedicta Quiaoit Ruiz

Copyright: 10/02/2016

The Threshold

what is left

of the last hour

when all that has

been said and done

flashes back in the mind

that moment of

last reflection.

while prayers are sung

for the cleansing of sins

would the last rites

pave the way

for divine mercy

and grace?

tales, fables and myths

are recalled

either as failings

or accomplishments

blanketing the pages

of a mortal's life

the book then, closes.

across the threshold

a new script awaits

at heaven's gate

or elsewhere

for the immortal's soul

to rise or fall

but who would know?

Benedicta Quiaoit Ruiz

Copyright: 08/23/2016

The Passage

rough and rugged

the initial path would be

take caution

on those sharp turns

and slippery slopes

the background noises

overwhelms

the signs confusing...

take heed.

through the dim archways

your pace becomes faster

soothing sounds emanate

from the hollow walls

of the smooth and narrow

passage

take your place

to love the few moments

of your mortality...

release.

the soft sounds

come to a stop

the twinkling lights now

serve as your guide

swiftly your immortal self

reaches the portal

where a dazzling light

beckons

to the place of eternal

peace

at your destination...

you have arrived.

Benedicta Quiaoit Ruiz

Copyright: 01/26/2018

Beyond Our Borders

(in Haiku verses)

we are on our way

a journey from birth to death

life, as we call it.

once, it's all darkness

but the moment there is light

our journey begins.

far or near, we roam

crossing bridges on our paths

serving with our gifts.

we trek through stages

roadblocks are strewn on the course

insights serve as guides.

intentions persists

reaching beyond our borders

until journey's end.

Copyright: 03/16/2018

BENEDICTA

QUIAOIT RUIZ

BENEDICTA QUIAOIT RUIZ: While still passionate about writing and travelling, Benedicta's last poem “Beyond our Borders” pretty much describes her own journey. As a senior citizen, she still wish to roam the world in search of life's spiritual meaning, and to serve humanity with love and compassion.