My Father's Silent Sermon

To communicate, words are never enough, my father tells me in his silent sermon when he presides over a farewell rite

We walk to the exit of the village, holding in our hands, hopes and dreams. As our hands shake goodbye, the sermon begins

In silence, his penetrating eyes tell me: Life is a dynamic, a litany of changes to come

In silence, his sunburned skin tells me: An ideal has to be held and sweat shed to pursue it

In silence, his musclebound shoulders speak of perseverance, a virtue to be earned by treating challenges of life like a warrior

In silence, His affectionate embrace tells me: Love is to be lived To fuel the spirit

And the Stronghold on Whom all life converges to be the Guide to fix the eyes upon

When I take a last glimpse of him, his warm look summons: Go and be you

Divine tune

The world is feasting in the twilight While sipping my coffee, Mozart's divine tune echoes soft bringing me to an infinite realm Timeless Beyond space

PRODIGY (For Stefanie)

A morning star has shone on the torn Eden to regenerate life in the lost paradise

A poem has been written Gregorian in rhythm Grecian in beauty Shakespearean in taste, a masterpiece to reawake hope

A princess has been born to bless the earth

As she grows may the One who made the stars let her shine and shine

-- By Gusty Tukan