A beggar of mercy
whose is my brother? many times in our lives ask,
the lucid meaning of brotherhood, though in our
hearts, the creator had already implanted us, the
truth of what it mean to be in one race
as candle burn out of a spark, there it goes that it
inflame the wax that gives its light, like a prolong
prayer, that calls, the infinite mercy of the giver of
life to hear the solitude of supplication
our prayer always, tells the meaning of our lives,
every rhyme and rhythm harmonize the songs, verses
become the spirit, that moves us to our unending
journey, a journey where we belong
we are the part and parcel of everything of what is
life, anything happen to each part we are the solution,
yet, the systemic process is not the solution of the
effect, rather we need to use the time, that is shared
to us, an element that can be used to hold on
for in every life that is lost, we loss, a sign that our
belongingness is loose to know more of ourselves, we
have to remember always that everyday is a final day to
recon the beauty of our soul
life we live is an episode to share our soul, a trust we
build, bringing the kingdom of God, on earth from
heaven, for in every twist of our goodness, we save
one precious soul, worthy to receive the salvation
offered by the giver of life..... be a beggar of mercy....
pray
poem by Antonio Liao
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