by Luis G. Dato
How far into the matter have you gone,
O dear, in the rapport to have with God?
What thoughts crept of the ultimate abode,
In your quiet moments in the night alone,
What light of hope has through your prayers shone
To clear the doubt, to lessen your grief’s load
On this our life of thorns your steps to goad,
Even as daily you shed tears and moan?
Not far into the matter, much I fear,
And meanwhile life parades its brevity,
The sunrise sky gives place to sunset sky,
All in a hurry our days go, my dear
No solace to assuage us as we sigh,
And on the road, the end we see how near!
