the will of love can grow as sharp and singular as shepherd-rocks
paving directions through the long, low swampy road.
Our roads we see even in the dark, our hearts
as confident as the sure waves of the sea…
In the dark, our hearts beat as one,
and the light becomes love,
of bodies sweetly it speaks.
And if of love it is the light,
of heart then it is fire, raging, devouring.
Sure, oh hearts!
love forever burns.
April 20, 2006
Sto. Domingo Church/Quezon City