Arapal (The Hill of Light)
Once upon a cloudless afternoon,
when a blue sky ruled the heaven,
I took out my notebook and pen.
then, started to wrote a poem.
I was sitting on a bench
of that old church building.
ahh! I said. as my heart burned with anger is quenched
by the wonderful voices of men singing
I ,then, raised my thigh.
Embracing my own legs.
ohh! What a life I’ve had.
Now what? I’m so sad.!
Please help me! I beg.
And to the heavens I cried.
Help me clean up my own mess!
I knelled down and have all my sin confess.
Tears flow on my cheeks.
So many that some of them were driven
by the fresh wind which crashes on my face.
And on that hill, I told all my secrets.
That hill where beauty is seen dimly;
where rocks and barren soil took care of the tress;
where the view is so scenic;
where flowers are rare, yet, so beautiful;
where the sound of goats and chickens broke the silence of the nature.
On that poor, but, rich hill.
where oasis starts to emerge.
I have concluded that,
A- amazing story of love made me
R- realized that I was once
A- abandoned like this hill where I stood because of sins but now receive a
P- pardon from God and was given the
A- assurance of eternal
L- life in heaven!!! In happiness!!!
That hill is the radar of my treasure!
Treasure which made me grow stronger!!
more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
On that hill I saw;
the” true light” of this dark world.
“The medicine” of the sick soul.
“The comfort” of the persons who lost their hope.
and “the peace of the troubled heart.
Now, come and see whether these things were so.
Now!! come and see whether these things were so.
