Treasure Island

Antonio Liao

(november 7,1957 / dapitan city)

The Star of King David


light always goes with flames, every edge
shalom each spaces of time and the life that
resemble the star to light above and beyond
human wisdom of ages, hasten to fly

face me in the direction where no wind can
escape, the hark of angels whisper in the sky way
where everyone can stay; the stairway and life
has to pass it through, even in the middle of the
night the camel has to find its way

The sharp edges have something special, where
the footprints of the soul lives its maturity, never
anyone has to leave without harmony for thy place
is sacred and joy looks for a holiday

blameless time already has gone, for thy only
soul has to answer for all has made, close and touch
the day in the sand, as the wonderful memories will
linger in your happy morning sun

oh! star of David the hope of every son, the
light that holds me close to the Father hand; as every
name invoke thy holy Abraham, in your mercy and
lead us to the Promise land.....

Submitted: Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, October 21, 2009

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