wondrous birth weeps for tears, the rope
tainted with blood and the hood scented with
candle, for the victorious legacy echo in a
great distance
hear the angelic cried of the infant,
where the choir of Vatican tower its honor
of harmony magnificently beat the
glory of God; like rainbow in the ashes
of rain gracefully glimpse the moist of change
the spirited elders sing of praise and heard
as the mountain of faith gather to meet the
prince of the church, hail and cheer the
palms that Lily in the Philippines archipelago;
the purple chariot of Archdiocese of Manila
has home the faithful of soul to serve
gently pour out every hand for the Spirit
of God resemble in His servant
'a poem dedicated to His Eminence CARDINAL LUIS ANTONIO TAGLE '
As the 7th Catholic Cardinal of the Republic of the Philippines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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