(For Koy for the kindness & for Nympha for the prayers)
You cannot fake goodness.
Like the sun that streaks
Through the countless windows of our hearts,
You can only feign surrender and sorrow
That has no name
When friends stay by the roadside
To watch you go through the route
To reason and no regret
To the feast that breaks the fast.
It is life lived and only lived that defines
The quiet demand for everyday courage.
The virtue comes in a tablet form or capsule
Like a Lipitor to remove the cholesterol
In the weakening soul,
Giving up sometimes the energy that it has
Giving up sometimes the faith it has kept.
We can only thank the countries we have come
Into to revisit the story of each self-sacrifice
We have gathered like stones to their moss,
The hardening of the arteries in our connection
To hope-giving springs
To a biting chill in the air
To the colors of fall other than greens and greys.
The heart hardens in the winter cold
When the living has not much chance yet,
Well, not yet in these dimming lights
As we come into the gathering dark
Broken and scared but thankful for the little things
Like the good word said by not saying it
Like the good word uttered in silence
Like the good word realized
Like a light snow falling on the lips
In this accustomed absence of speech.
We thank all, we are grateful
To all that have come to us
To all that will come after
Even when the present moment
Is the only time that matters.
Aurelio S. Agcaoili
Nov. 29, 2004