Jet Mariano

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  • Thou Art There

    Captured in silence at Yosemite’s Tunnel View — February chill, bulb exposure, and a single LED light to find focus. In darkness, I discovered a sharper image and a quieter soul.

    I stood alone where shadows climb,
    Where granite guards the edge of time.
    The wind was sharp, the night was bare—
    But still, I knew Thou would be there.

    I could not see my hands or feet,
    Just trembling limbs in silent beat.
    One LED—my only spark—
    To chase away the endless dark.

    Each breath was frost, my fingers numb,
    Yet I refused to yield or run.
    A tripod, lens, and faith I gripped,
    Till starlight through the valley slipped.

    And while I waited, heart bowed low,
    The Spirit whispered what I know:

    “There are so many things to be endured:
    illness, injustice, insensitivity,
    poverty, aloneness, unresponsiveness,
    being misrepresented and misunderstood,
    and, sometimes, even enemies.”

    Still I remained, though cold and worn,
    Refusing night to leave me torn.
    I stayed until the shutter’s breath
    Returned a frame that conquered death.

    Not for the praise or photograph,
    But proof that I had passed the path.
    That even here, beneath despair—
    With frozen limbs and unanswered prayer—
    Thou art there.

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  • Feelings of Forever Come So Strong

    The storm flashed miles away, but I stood under fair skies. Sometimes light travels far to reach you. — Jet Mariano

    Feelings of forever come so strong.
    They echo deep like an old, familiar song.
    They follow us like gems that brightly shine,
    Lighting paths once yours and mine.

    Calendars of time we nearly knew
    Trembled in a lamp of gold and blue—
    A flame much brighter than the sun,
    Marking where our hearts had once begun.

    I recall the morning you arose,
    A star above where silence gently flows.
    Shining through a sea of endless sand,
    The child within you reached for my hand.

    The compass stirred, the veil grew thin,
    We felt the world dissolve within.
    And though we feared what lay ahead,
    We followed truth where angels tread.

    And now we lift the veil and try to see,
    What once we were, what we might still be.
    We reach across the veil of then,
    To start anew—yet feel again.

    Something’s at the gate and rushing through,
    No rusted chain can hide what’s true.
    A thousand lives we’ve lived in kind,
    Now breaking through the veil of time.

    Mem’ries rise where silence grew—
    The feelings are so strong… and coming through.

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  • Feelings of Forever

    In the hush of dusk, I remembered forever

    Feelings of forever come so strong,
    They follow like a sacred song.
    Jewels of light along the way,
    Outshining even break of day.

    Calendars of time we knew,
    Now tremble in a brighter view—
    A lamp far fiercer than the sun,
    Where all our years dissolve to one.

    I recall the morning you arose,
    A flame where starlight softly glows.
    Your eyes held truths no words could say,
    A child’s hope that lit our way.

    And as the compass pulled us near,
    I took your hand and drew you clear—
    No vow was sworn, no need to speak,
    Forever touched us—meek to meek.

    And now we lift the veil to understand,
    And reach for who we were, not what we planned.
    To circle back where time began,
    And walk once more where we once ran.

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  • The Echoes of Eternity

    Where heaven kissed the earth at sunrise, the echoes of eternity began

    Photographed at the Laie Hawaii Temple
    By Jet Mariano

    The Echoes of Eternity

    Sometimes I wonder, when we walk in light,
    Did we once stroll through stars before the night?
    Before this life, beyond the skies above,
    Were we already bound by truth and love?

    Each sacred step feels strangely known—
    As if I’ve never truly walked alone.
    Though time may veil what souls recall,
    There’s something here that echoes all.

    Not dreams that fade or worldly mirth,
    But love that whispers of eternal worth.
    A promise felt with every gentle sign—
    That someday, always, you’ll be mine.

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