Thank You, Gurus Poem by Obed dela Cruz

When we arrived in the entrance
Of a seemingly foreign land;
Though we know of God's immanence
And His faithful guiding hand,

We may be distant from friendship
And instant familial care
That we may turn to when hardship
Scatters infection in the air-

That tempts us to lone our journey
And face this life's elusiveness
Deprived of camaraderie
And full of indecisiveness.

Then you were, perhaps preordained
Whether or not our choice was asked
To meet weekly, sometimes constrained
At points unsure if we'll outlast!

But the idea here is not
To complain shared tribulations,
Nor to boast of memories' lot
That falls on our best relations.

No, but we thank Christ the Teacher
For sharing special truths to you
And you, in turn, do best to share
Them in words and in actions too.

You're not perfect, neither we are
But we're thankful to discover
How we've been fortunate by far
Even as years add in number

We may recall and recollect
One by one our memories
As they appear in retrospect
By then we'll say, "Oh, how we miss! "

However, that day is not yet
And today we are together.
Thank you, gurus-lest we forget
Thank you, and may we remember!

Context: IGSL students

February 3,2015; 2: 37pm

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