by Jose Garcia Villa
God said, “I made a man out of clay-
But so bright he, he spun Himself to the brightest Day
Till he was all shining gold, and oh,
He was handsome to behold!
But in his hands held he a bow
Aimed at me who created him.
And said, “Wouldst murder me
Who am thy Fountainhead?”
Then spole he the man of gold:
I will not Murder thee! I do but Measure thee.
Hold Thy peace!”
And this I did, But I was curious of this so regal head.
“Give thy name! – “Sir! Genius.”
by Ernesto Manalo
And I wanted them all around me and I
My brother (my keeper), my wife, my mother
and my father.
My father said: I will stand by and watch over
My wife slept beside me.
My brother watched over me.
And my mother was my spiritual keeper.
And I said: You who thus watch over me will get no reward
But that I shall sleep peacefully.
And they said: We shall watch over you and
get no reward
But that you shall sleep peacefully.
Someone Behind This Life
by: Alfonso Santos
Not with my eyes can I behold your form,
Nor with my hands can I feel you nearby;
Yet I believe there is Someone, a power
Behind this life, the stars, the mountains, and the sea.
Within my heart I feel something urgent and potent every day and night,
And in my soul there is nameless depth,
Around which cluster my faith and beliefs.
It must be You who dwell deep in my soul and You
Who feed this life and make nature itself renew.