Letter Number Two

to the Author of the World's Best-Selling Book:

Please forgive my silence. 

It’s been quite a while since I wrote to You.

At this moment, I say there’s nothing new:

I race against time, my fingers grew numb.

Okay, I know that news is really dumb.

I’m quite clueless on how to proceed—

Numbers loom before me, I’m scared indeed.

The air brings something I do not want,

Yet it’s inevitable, so my chances are scant.

I am lost in my own world, no excuses.

I’m sorry I haven’t written. Forgive the redress.

I forget that I need to speak to You,

Thus, forgiveness I ask from You.

I’m thankful for Your reminder:

You’re near, whatever the matter.

I am never alone in this journey—

Thanks for being there for me.

In Memoriam

in memoriam:
Professor S.A.
You are now free. 




We ventured, traveled together--
Without leaving the four walls.
We visited the age of battles and trumpet calls
We shared their tears and their laughter.


You took us to Zeus' place: Greece,
To the land of philosophers and the Fleece.
You told us of Hector, Paris, and Helen
You told us of the way of life then.


We visited mighty Rome,
Where Caesar and his friends did roam--
Cassius, Seneca, Cicero, Antony
We saw Caesar fall, looking at his friend in agony.


All stories come to an end; I was sad when yours did.
I mourned when you snapped the book shut.
I thought of devouring books I have, reading more
About the exciting world of which you opened the door.


Now I have heard that the Boss has called you,
So, sadly, I admit I shall hear you never too.
I do know you'll tell the stories there again
Who were the who's of the world then.


I close this letter now, reluctantly,
And as I face the days ahead,
I'll remember contentedly,
A staff up there has been completed.
 

Time

a poem for

          Steven Miguel

                    and 

                Vince Gabriel  

I'd freeze time if I could.
I'd freeze you in your childhood:
The first time you saw the world,
Your first audible word.
Could you be what you are forever:
The little boy I'd run after,
Happy, rambunctious, a bundle of energy:
That little guy, so cute and cuddly.
As I watch you stare in wonder, thoughts
Change. I realize I couldn't stop time, or
Your rapid growth. And I'd be sad if I'd endeavor
To. You have to discover the world, and figure
Out your place in it. So I will be there, sure
To watch you discover, and when you'd finally
Face the world, proud, and ready, I will write again, with glee. 


(Note: This poem was written in February 2011, originally posted on Facebook)

Spring Forth, Summer

a welcome present
for Summer Gael 

Spring forth, Summer--

Bring radiant colors

To the world. Discover the wonder

Of what lies outside the doors.

Spring forth, Summer--

Light a fire that will glow

Brilliantly. And as you grow,

Reflect in your life the Father.

Spring forth, Summer--

Spread warmth to those around,

That each life you touch now--and later--

Would be glad that you're around.

Spring forth, Summer!

I am an Opposite

I should be groping dots

But shapes I can see;

I should see black spots,

But you allow hues to delight me.

Now I look at things in a light anew,

For this I say thank you.

The film shows little space,

Something fluid, out of place.

Reminiscence wouldn’t be my gift,

Yet events are written clearly, my mind I sift.

You work in mysterious ways, it’s true.

For that, I say thank you.

If I am anything, I am an opposite.

You know what You’re doing. I’m sure of it.

So I journey on, fearing not the road ahead,

And if I tremble, surely You’d wash away my dread.

You’ve got a plan, so I look to You,

As I journey on I’ll say thank you.