Abe V Rotor
Sr. Macarius’ poems do not deal with issues about faith, eternity, salvation, kingdom, and the like, endorsing them to debate. She does not act like a doctor of the church even if she carries a doctorate degree in philosophy. Yet in her own gentle way she invites the reader to the fold, riding on that little kite, running in the open field after a dragonfly.
For what is eternity but to be “a child forever,” (A thing of beauty is a joy forever – Joyce Kilmer). What is kingdom but the realm we once lived before we became grownups, in the words of Antoine de Saint-Exupery’ in The Little Prince? And salvation? Oh, it is in innocence when the conscience is not bothered. (The Brothers Grimm)
“Naughty dragonfly…I am born once again to a child –
alive and free.”
“Catch the sight of a tree… and rest for a while.”
- Under the Fig Tree
“Speak to me in the loveliness of a rose
Fresh and sparkling with the morning dew.”
- A World Full of You
“You sing to me in the chirping of love birds,
Greeting each other at the break of day.”
- A World Full of You
“Listen to the story of that grand mountain
Like a faithful sentinel standing there.”
- Fly on My Little Kite.”
“How blest and gifted I am to be one
With a beautiful world.”
- A World Full of You
“Lord, help me become the child of Your Kingdom.”
- Child of the Kingdom
It was a bright morning some two years ago when Sister Macarius visited me at the SPCQ Museum. She showed me these poems. “I have not written poems for a long, long time,” she said and that started a couple of hours of pleasant discussion about poetry today and its significance. She exuded a lovely smile as she recited her poems. “Beautiful,” I said, amazed at what a septuagenarian lady can make of poetry which usually blooms in youth. That was the last time I saw Sister Macarius.
The amihan wind had just arrived. I saw a tarat bird perched on the nearby caimito tree singing. Up in the sky a kite was flying. I remembered Sister Macarius.
“Fly on my little kite
Do not let fear daunt you,
For the hand that holds the strings
Knows best and watches over you.”
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