+ Sword And Scale Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Sword and Scale


Dedicated to: The priests and ministers


The wind blows in evening chill
Were lonely man take leave of his will
A master of his house drifted from his home
The emptiness of heart confronted by doom,
The solitude whose breath hallows the air
And choke from deep yearn he cannot bear
While soul sunk into guilt from obscurity
Of the head who mourn his own death-deadly,
Oh darkness of night you fashioned the fall
Secretly climbed the unguarded wall
Alas! The tower, his faith slowly no more
The rape of cassock to him he wore
But in quarter of time horizon open once again
And morrow for him finds consolation
The knight rises drew sword and kneel
Face to the east and challenge the bearer of scale
And came to pass the court ‘twas with fullness
Of day the priest should live in holiness
Solemnly have faith, no more tears and sorrow
Amen! The son of man will fulfill and live his vow