“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
Before us passed the door of Darkness through
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.”
– fr. Rubaiyat, Omar Khayyam (1050? – 1122)
EMBER IN THE RAIN
(in loving memory of my sister, Leni)
she brought the sun
whenever she came.
her laughter heralds her
lively presence like emeralds aglow
sparkling thru a window pane.
she was a daughter and a sister –
audacious as the torrents of riverflow
that never wane.
she was a wife and a mother –
fought with equanimity, not to show
all the pain.
she was an ember –
sought the tenacity to glow
in the rain.
she was a giver –
generous, even in the midst of the Silent Foe
that took her away in vain.
(Now, my sister dwells in God’s Eternal Peace!)
– February 9, 2005
(c) 2005 Chito L. Aguilar