All the streets lead to the sacred temple <br />Built by the town’s flesh and bones, <br />Its spirit, the blood of life freely given. <br />The secret is tabernacled here <br />That holds the circle like calling <br />In a bell. The mystery hints echoes <br />Like oracular parables of the mind: <br />There is no choice but to struggle and hope. <br />Thus, for a moment, being is searching <br />For some answers here to some questions, <br />Like For Whom Am I? And the consolation <br />Of torture is the silence of the river <br />And the darkness of a lamp. But outside <br />Is the sunlight that colors rose windows. <br /> <br /> [Cabagan, Isabela]<br /><br />Francisco R. Albano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homecoming-2-the-church/
