by Mila D. Aguilar
Using too much of his head
He fell on it one day,
Blood oozing from the
Orifices he had used
To sense the world.
How I wish he had
Used more of his heart
Though he did,
Incontrovertibly he did.
It went to those
Who used their hands,
Like him, to yank
Steel bars out from stiffened,
Remorseless cement.
And that is why
His own arteries
Had hardened.
Would not have happened
Had he stirred that part
Of the heart
That ticks to heaven.
And yet he is forgiven
For he lived by the laws
Of the God he could not quite
Imagine.
- May 22, 2008
10:00 am-12:30 pm
On the way from Quezon City to Aurora Province,
remembering Romans 2:14-15
