DM Reyes is a teacher from the Filipino Department of Ateneo de
Victoria Hernandez
World’s
DM Reyes
And tucked on its bill
The blessed sprig,
It plucked the shining olive
From the hill.
The wet leaves took their sheen
From the sun, sipping light
Like sacramental wine, turning it
To green hue and pure breath-
Intelligent blending of the body
With the world’s ray.
Old Earth baptized with light
From the radiant flame,
Receive this golden ray, trans-
Form it into fruit and take our hunger-
Watemelon globes sliced on the shore,
Purple grapes bursting on the hills
Of
Raised to Santiago de Compostela,
Horse rider and saint
Of the burned island.
Dayspring’s radiance is more
Than creation’s maxim, the night
Its weary hue. Here is resplendence,
Blessed, broken, and shared:
Golden crown of flowers declaring
Summer on a boulevard of trees,
Jasmine blooms filling the garden
With sweetness after rain,
These eyes struck with wonder-
Beholding the world, as from Noah’s
Lifted windows, sighting the world’s ark
Of greenest things.
Source: Heights XLVIII, No. 1, Copyright 2000. (From the Ateneo-Heights National Writers Workshop)
1 comment:
symbolically, this poem says the cliche "after the rain comes the sun." It is obviously speaking of hope after sorrow.
-Leslie Mae Rivero
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