On my return:
Not as a wayward lamb
Nor a prodigal son
Nor a wandering Jew,
But as a bard
sadly askewed.
When I returned
In my amazement
I found that
The rice is still hot
On the table of grace.
The water tastes refreshing
from the spring of love
Filled in the jar of amity.
The sun subdued
from summer's daylight
The moon is blissful
And the sky stops crying.
The dying grass turns greener
The pasture is reviving.
In the middle of the lea
Filipino Poets keep flourishing
Nurtured and nourished
by faithful and loyal lovers.
Everyone is arrayed
In their beautiful attire
In the fashion of Blossoms;
Generous in their robust blooms.
Each one is a wonderful
Work of art, finished or
Unfinished!
MOTHER EAGLE stays true
To her name
She soars to look out
For the eaglets with weak wings
Whose spirits are infirmed
And nurses them back
To their state of health
With Archangels, Seraphims
And Cherubims by her side.
On my return
Let me humbly bring
The best version of me.
"Experience is the best teacher!"
©Leah C. Dancel
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