Cross-Roads
In this old city people are searching for something
Like shadows against the light shining from afar
Whose face divine but drawn as if darkness covers the spring
Whose chest is holy, but refused, unto the holy altar;
Across this city tower stood for century against of many crimes
That was tested in many ways with faith screw within
That was confronted with fear of death sometimes
Like a butterfly tossing the wind and turn to fetter in the rain;
Another and yet of the same kind who reckoned the old thought
Of them not soldiers but men of war against the enemy called evil
Like a voice in wilderness speaking of God the only truth
Miter and staff may grow old and who made the vow may fall;
Reason be awake be the master of your quill to ponder your creed
Faith be awake be the master of your will to purify your head.
(Cebu City, Philippines 2004)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Scepticism is the beginning of faith. Understanding to achieve anything requires faith in oneself. Faith is what one holds to one reasons of acceptance to things one determines..... Regards Naseer