Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

At first, we used to pray for needs
And then He placed the burden there-
In our hearts, His Compassion's seed
That moved us then to pray for others.
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Count with your fingers and toes
Endless numbers of the vile
The callous Greed of all those
Who feigned people with their wiles.
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Greed counts currency
While sheer Poverty cries,
With mocking mirth and glee
And a twinkling of the eye.
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Cry silently through the night
In cloak of dark and dim lights
And pour the pain in endless drops
When morning comes it will just stop.
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Sleazy scribes

dipping pen in ennui and slime
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Since you were gone
Each breath I take
Leaves me undone
As my heart breaks.
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From out of the depth of emptiness
His hand reached out in Divine Love,

My soul to ransom from its death,
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Oh what pain consumes our hearts!
Gnawing fears and despondency,
With all jobs lost, income departs,
And the homeless dwell in famined economy.
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In my country there's a frightening story
Called the white lady of Balete Drive
And though the witnesses there have been many
The story is a legend that's still alive.
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MY BROTHER ROBERT
February 25,2009
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