The diaspora apostles
You are the sons of the earth
inhabitants of the human race
You are the daughters of the flesh
dwellers of the cave of guilt
You are the children of the law
piled by reason but burdened by passion
You are the pilgrims of Calvary
from the river of sin
to the ocean of lament and pain
You are the strangers lost in history
whose creed is crucified through eternity
from the womb of ignorance
to the grave of vengeance
You are the soldiers in sword and shield
but left by strength
of no peace even a quiet place to rest
You are only a shadow of the broken soul
that is searching for light in the morning of fate
but cannot see its brightness
for intelligence blinded your eyes
You are the people of the most high
who build Temples for worship
but without a heart
who erected Churches for prayer
but of no faith
You are what you believe “who you are”
for the eyes of truth can see what's hidden inside
to the dust formed human like you
from whence the breath of life given unto you.
(Cebu City, Philippines 2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the whole human race is of a diaspora from unknown lands...i simply loved reading this, jordon...