Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Echoes

Dr Abe V Rotor
Echoes still reverberate on the ruins of a church 
overgrown by balete. Magsingal, Ilocos Sur 

Whispers and footsteps on the hall and wall,
Greet a stormy morning; candles flickered,
Sheltered by warm, toughened palms,
And courtesies were the smile of familiarity:

Heads moved to acknowledge, to recollect

Old memories coming fresh and nostalgic,
Of those who once passed through the arch,
and longing to pass through it again someday.

Memories about a child becoming man,
Men’s wanderings, and man’s return to reality;
When with age, he looks back at the ideal,
Not in its pursuit but for treasured peace.

Whispers and footsteps on the hall and wall,

Echoes, sweet echoes, and music to a child
On some strong shoulder lifts a heavy eyelid;
A curtain falls, a new chapter begins. ~

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