Today, I would like to share one of my most treasured poems as this had been written the night after our place had been devastated by a very strong typhoon, and a lonely candle survived the engulfing darkness. I was a third year college student then, and this poem was part of our requirements in our English subject.
Thou standeth aloft but perfectly humble
Bringeth light to illumine this boundless dark
To thee pleadeth I to perpetually show
Thy right way for this begging soul bestow.
Thou shed thy tears and precious sweat
Of sufferings that I may be brightened
For thou wanteth me not to pass that waypath
That’s crooked and abominable in thy sight.
Thou art a mark of unblemished lamb
Of heart which springeth about a sinking life
Thy glowing rays lifteth each agonizing soul
From the consuming hell of fire and balls.
A benison, yeah, thou art!
For mine adamant embraced me outright
Turnest was I to weakened limbs
And death creepest into mine tight’ning veins.
But thou mine candle to ever cherish
Mine rock of salvation and true peace
Now, set free and tears of fears
Erased and am too a candle of thy grace.
How much more thou ougth of thee?
For I’m a candle, a candle of thee.