Ang Gagamba
This is a recycled post. I wrote this several years ago, in the Jesuit Retreat House called Mirador, in Baguio City.
I remember it was a gloomy afternoon, and was about to rain.
I remember being awed by the doggedness of the spider. How could he continue building his web, knowing that it will probably just be washed out by the rains? Perhaps, he didn’t know? Or perhaps he was just stubborn? Or maybe that’s what spiders do.
Maybe that’s what people do also. Doggedness? Stubborn-ness? From a certain, above-everyone-else perspective, we might judge it that way. But at the moment you’re reading this, people are rebuilding their houses where it was flooded just a few weeks ago. They’re more traumatized by rains than ever before–some of them cringe when a normal downpour drenches the metro–but they’re also more prepared, and somehow have become more resilient. Like they have gone to hell and back.
They will continue. Rebuilding their homes. Repaying their debts. Restoring their lives.
Ang Gagamba
eric santillan
–8 day retreat. Mirador JesuitVilla.-
Nagkanda-hulog-hulog ka pa
Sa pagpanday ng bahay mong
Liliparin lamang ng hangin at
Lulunurin ng ulan.
Ewan ko ba kung nakikita mo ang
Papalapit na agos
O ang unos na sisira
Ng iyong mga pangarap.
Tuloy, iindap-indap at sasayaw-sayaw
Ka sa gitna ng iyong buhol-buhol
Na gawa-gawang
Bahay-bahayan.
Papalapit na ang ulan.
Siguradong magsisimula ka ulit.
Ngunit nakakapagtaka.
Tuloy ka pa rin.
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