Photo, Poem by Fr. Terry Q
Amidst the rough and rubble
discard and garbage heap
they stand firm base and stature tall
with promises to keep
no matter what surrounds may be
they know they have a place
so grow and bloom
they must and will
whatever circs they face
papaya bougainvillea tall
with fruit and spread of bloom
as woodpile grass and garbage pile
concede for them make room
we find ourselves oft circumstance
denied of full control
surrounded by unsettling waves
disturbances untold despair the chances to survive
we question all the cost
we don’t believe we’ll come out live
despairingly we’re lost
but then a ray of beaming sun
through smog and smoke and fumes
comes piercing through
and loving grace
makes magic life resume
like nature plants and blooming flowers
we resurrect to glow
God’s love forever always there
our winning faith will show
Kenrick Vaz 