Spirit

Posted by: Margie Babon

 

Are you black or white?

The particles I see with my naked eye

In a bright yet cloudy moon light

You disappear in a flash of a light.

 

At three in the morning,

You gaze at stars like I do

You are giving me jewelries untrue

You talk to me how you die

Staring at me like a prince in the sky.

 

Once in the beam of sunrise

It looks weird; indoor light forms into a face

You exit the window to find another place.

While a child sitting on the roof grumble

The mother is asking some bowl of crumble

Unbelievable!

A beggar ghost is talking to me!

How did I enter and see?

The mysterious dimension and I flee.

 

You laugh so loud and terrible

Seeing you when I was seven was horrible.

With your flaming red eyes over the full moon

Is that a wooden horn? why I witness it too soon!

I am helpless and cry in endless

No one to rescue me in the darkness

At last the encounter fades and gone

I ask,

‘Where is the God who saves?’

Why he didn’t notice

I am weeping in my pony tails.

 

Lucky for me to see you so white

With your folded wings so tall and bright

The Spartan sandals that you wear

I see the sword that you take care

How can I forget?

Your face of a handsome angel

Are you from Byzantine in Rome?

Do you live in Greece of Parthenon?

Or you come to get my mother

And grant her

Eternal bliss and heavenly laughter.

 

Do I have a right to complain?

To let the gift vanish in vain

Who is this spirit inside of me?

Might be in hundred years evolve and live

That wired the connection to the mysteries.

 

If I have a chance to ask God

I will tell him ‘is it good or bad?’

To ignore them and just relax

And continue to work and not to get mad.

 

No idea what is the exact prayer

All I know is Love and Light that I can offer.

 

 

About the Author

Margie Babon was given a privilege to be a wildlife photographer in 2006 that let her choose to become a vegetarian for seven years now. Has background in film making as a producer and researcher on the plight of Agta-Dumagat documentary film Children of the Mountains that garnered the Mark Haslam Awardee in 2005 in Toronto, Canada. Sharing her passion in drawing & creative writing  is a great opportunity to express her wisdom  which is far beyond the teaching career for more than five years in College of Architecture and School of Fine Arts in Manila.

 

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