by Luis G. Dato

My God, my God, with how swift wings the years
To make us old on earth too soon have flown,
As year on year life’s pageantry we’re shown
Through its kaleidoscope of hopes and fears,
Someday not known, we’ll ask, when the end nears:
What is it we have done or left undone,
What labor finished at the set of sun
As o’er life’s sea our day’s light disappears?

And then, O God, the further inquiry:
What’s life made of, is our clay but akin
To cosmic protoplasm, like the beast?
What O Your purpose and our destiny,
Why through such woe the flame of life we win?
Your answers ere we go let’s have at least!

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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