By Abe V Rotor
On-the-spot painting and poetry, Sacred Heart Novitiate, Novaliches, QC by AVR
Ask not, ask not if I’m friend, neighbor or passerby,
When the North wind’s fury breaks the sky;
Yet one sees Heaven in prayers, none for another,
Now the first man he sees is his brother.
When the tempest’s finally gone, and Thor is no more,
From the lips of the bold is peace in store;
Heralds the calm throbbing hearts, neither of ire nor fear;
But brotherhood from the last drop of tear.