Filipinas Poem by Obed dela Cruz

Did the eyes of God
See her as now she is?
And does history
Know her wide, wakeless dreams?
O what deep ocean
Amount the pray'rs she has
Passing through islands,
Through her rivers and streams.

I am reminded
That glorious moment
When she was made by
Our Maker's sacred hands.
And when those mountains
Were carved in splendid style,
As divine footsteps
Wandered along her lands.

Did the men of old,
My Malayan brothers
Found their way to her
As they rode their bancas?
O what could have led
To find their home with her?
Is it the shining
Pearl-like beam that she has?

‘Tis a privilege
An honor, a reward
That I do not have
To set sail anymore
Nor cross the whole world
To find Filipinas
Because in my heart,
She is who I adore.

May her dear children
Be there to give her strength
In times of weakness,
When her courage seems frail.
For I cannot bear
To see her in distress.
I wish not to hear
The anguish of her wail.

So let her trees be
With branches raised up high
And all the lushes
Stay on forever green.
Let her horizon
Be a symbol of hope,
And her verdant shores
Remain peaceful and clean.

One day, we will see
God as He walks again.
May He find pleasure
In the things we have done.
Filipinas can tell
The things we did to make
Her glory to shine
With the rays of her sun.

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Copyright © 2012 by Prince Obed de la Cruz

(January 23,2012; Marikina City)

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