Kung mayroon mang santo, patron,
o diyosa ng bawa’t kalbaryo,
O mga Panginoon, patnubayan ninyo
kaming mga namamalagi sa pisngi
ng lupa: kapirasong guhit ng buwan,
kay layong anino ng haplos.
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Prayer
What saints, patrons
and goddesses might there be for each calvary?
O watch over
us who merely live on the cheek
of this earth: that sliver-stroke of moon,
its distant illusion of a caress.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
Well, I’m bowled over and knocked sprawling again. If you read Luisa you just have to get used to that, I guess :-)
So beautiful and precise.
Dale, thanks for the good words. [I didn’t think it was one of my best.]
Really? “The cheek of the earth” just walloped me — the sense of littleness, insecurity, of a vanishing glimpse — of living on something as insubstantial and vanishing as a brushed kiss.
(Oh-kay. Thanks again. Was about to go look for my blanky to chew on it. :)
“Famine”, my poem response to Luisa’s “Panalangin” is posted in http://albertbcasuga.blogspot.com/2011/09/famine.html and in the Facebook