‘Parenthesis in Eternity’


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Exhale.”

Dear Leah,

Greetings from New York City!

I wish I could say, “Do not let cancer rob you of your inner joy and zest for life.” But I do not really know anything. 

You have requested me to create a math equation for you. “Just like that episode in the TV show Numbers,” you said. You giggled like a little child when you made your request.

I tried hard not to cry.  

I did muster the courage to say, “Although we all face certain struggles in life, it is the way by which we respond to our struggle that dictates the weight of our burden.”

Know that I deeply admire the strength of your faith. Even now that you are battling with Cancer, you still radiate hope and joy to us – we, who are supposed to be the ones to give you comfort.

Because of that, I believe that r = a – b sinθ can be your mathematical equation. Let the coefficient, a, refer to the strength of your faith and the coefficient b equal to God’s love for you, such that a = b = 1. Then, your equation becomes:

r = 1 – sin θ,             

the graph of which is a heart-shaped polar curve known as cardioid, from theCardiod Greek word “kardia,” for heart.

The polar equation r = 1 – sin θ may then signify that you, Leah, are love manifest. Cancer cannot change that fact.

Thank you for reminding me to always take time to whisper a prayer of gratitude for each breaking dawn.  For indeed, tomorrow is not promised.  

To quote Paulo Coelho:

“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”

Know that you are always in my heart and prayers.


Ma’am Mayette

P.S. Leah joined her Creator on July 29, 2014.

If nothing is left . . .

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point …

by Marites Avisado Responte

If nothing is left …
I may depart without a word
I have said what is to be said
Questions may delay the journey
I promise, I’ll find the answer
along the way.

I pack my bag with no memories
to scan, no photographs to carry
no songs to remember
my steps may be slow
I assure you,
my heart is not in sorrow.

Trace me not in your senses
for there, not anymore, I exist
Don’t look for me in the road
where I once stood
Nor in the path
where we once met
For as long as I breathe
I will never tread
those ways again.

And when the evening comes
For awhile, your shadow
may dance against a flickering lamp
I may be tempted to regret but no,
I’ll just put you out in the safety of forgetting.

If nothing is left...