Father May Not Know His Son Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Life, I wonder
You keep running after
the same things you try to elude.
And this got me so confused.

How did I give myself to darkness,
to let her eyes seduce my corpse of sin
from the grave of Calvary
to her bed of exhumation?

It is not a bed time tale
to survive here in this orphanage planet,
Where it seems,
heaven is deafening silent.
Yet, our ways; a heavy sounding gong,
do not always leave a headroom,
For a lost dog to hear the small
but saving voice of the groom.

And if I couldn’t find a candle of grace,
to trace the footprint of my shadow today,
from the long distance of lust and ignorance,
then, on his return,
Father may not know his son.