by Joe Bisicchia
This poem is dedicated to my many beloved Filipino neighbors, co-workers, and friends here in New Jersey. The Garden State is blessed to be home to a significant Filipino population.
They share a common thread, that of humble service to our shared community. I am fortunate to work with many in the healthcare field, but they are also gracious clergy and public servants without which New Jersey would not be the same.
Filipinos are good people known for being caring, hardworking, and generous. I felt inspired to write of their homeland in honor of their contribution to our quality of life.
Magandang Umaga
Set to rise in Manila, beyond
the beam of a new day,
distant over the faraway hills,
you sense a future,
a future that is from the past,
a future that is bonded to the present.
Sun always reaches
near as the high air of Tagaytay
or beaches of Boracay or Palawan.
It is a new rising again for you,
mga bata ngayon, and
sure as belief, sure as Love exists,
sure as the certainty in this newness,
by merciful gift is you.
And this new day.
Let us all see
despite life’s periodic darkness,
despite death’s sleep,
you are evidence of Love made to be
forever alive, forever loving,
made of love, by Love, to be it.
You are not lost in a dream.
You are here.
Surely for such a reason,
para mahalin
like everyone else all around you.
Ang Diyos ay pag-ibig,
sure as sun upon your face, one
by one by one of every face,
yet another good morning
upon Makati.
JOE BISICCHIA is an Honorable Mention recipient of the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry. The New Jersey writer also has composed hundreds of individual works that have been published in over one hundred publications. To see more of his work, visit widewide.world.
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