Poetry by: Rado Gatchalian
Photography by: Liana Meyer
(Taken at Cagayan de Oro, Philippines)
There’s a song in the morning
Where every leaf is a prayer
And blades of grass, like a sacred hymn.
Heaven speaks only of beauty
Behold the mountains that move and love,
And the earth that knows no name except grace.
Oh, I feel the air yet a gentle wind
Pushes me to eternity, to eternity,
A beautiful thing becomes a masterpiece.
And when I look at every form of clouds
I wonder I see my love looking at me,
But then I wait, I wait,
And I hear that song in the morning —
Reminds me that everything
Shares the same light, same light,
My love, and I, and everyone
Are all small pieces of grand universe.
So, when I thought I saw my love looking at me —
It was actually me: as my dear and I,
And the earth and the sky,
And the mountains and clouds,
And the trees and the birds,
Are all but One,
One Small Beauty.
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