Arch Ian Jay Bantilan
In Memory Of Lola Osing 12jul07. - Poem by Arch Ian Jay Bantilan
Written for the late Guilerma Flor Lubrico.
She was always Graceous.
She was never loud, always humble
In a household of needs,
Her life was empty and yet
she finds something to give to you.
With a kind enduring heart and a quiet smile,
She gives and gives until it hurts.
Out of a heart full of grace,
She lifts you up by serving you
You are indeed the best of us.
She lived her life so valiantly,
and stood in faith so gallantly,
Who battled the heavens for those she loves,
And keeps on praying and believing
That the best would come to you.
She keeps on praying for years and years
Calling Him who hears eternally
She calls your name, makes supplication
She remembers all her sons
And even speaks them when she sleeps.
By night and day her words are like
A warrior of angels that guard your life.
Her prayer moves the ends of heaven
Bids them with deep intercession
To get busy at every word.
Her knees are tired from kneeling
Her lips are tired from speaking
Her eyes are tired of weeping
With fervor that with love, unmatched
And that hoping, someday indeed
You, her sons, daughters and grandchildren, would 'see'.
That the problem that you face
Is not an issue at all,
It is a grand diversion
From the treasure of who you are
And the real call of God.
Lola fought with all her heart,
Her time lived with no regret
I love you my lola,
You were a queen, in tall flowing robes.
We your progeny do not deserve royalty,
But your noble kindness gave us heart.
I love you my lola,
Your presence is a simple vanity
that all of us will trully miss.
ARCH IAN JAY G. BANTILAN
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