by Rowel Allan A. Rocaberte
written during our first recollection at the
Mary Help of Christians Theology Seminary
My first step through the towering gate
Left foot ahead of the right
Questioning the forehead’s wrinkle
Proceeded like an armored knight.
The
gradient combination of orange and crimson
Five
sunsets seem to rise above the ocean
So
still and silent and splendid
Darkness,
the Taborean face shun.
Lights out and I was now alone
No room for desolation for tittles flicker
Stars shine and planes sprint above
All gloom is gone and loneliness and winter.
Two
fires from left and right produce wonder
One
fire of hope in my room’s ceiling
While
casting of my troubles
A
string of beads, day’s door closing.