The Estranged
Who are you that roamed the desert,
trekked barefooted as your sandals torn,
soles scuffed lay discarded by the wayside?
My weary self, dragged in the arid sand,
for I had wriggled out of your grip, drifted
out to the din and revelry of a luring world.
How was I to know that yours is a citadel of mercy
that can hold a sea of drowning souls?
Had you not swooped me in your arms,
I could have drowned in a flood of fire, or worst,
remained in my desert of despair, never to see you ever.
- blanca datuin
WHAT IF...
What if a woman so pure and bright had faltered,
feared the ridicule of the world, and said no to the
strange message of an angel?
What if the word had not formed human flesh
to salvage the finite from the failure of the first test?
What if the word had not spread the seeds
that bore the fruits of wisdom and love?
What if the good shepherd chose not
to lay down his life for his sheep?
all could have roamed the wilderness to naught,
not knowing how to remove blinders,
heal the wounds of spirit, grow puny self.
To be groping forever in the blinding fire:
this is damnation saved only by the tree of life.
- blanca datuin
Rebirth
Beyond the noise and tinsels and trappings;
Beyond the bounds of senses,
Beyond the crevices of the mind,
Beyond the bottomless depth of human psyche,
I broke out of my shell and embrace the new light.
Songs of joy, of mirth, birth and return
Even as I grapple with demons dangling
eyes that follow me no end in my journey.
- blanca datuin, 10/2016
