Whisper Of The Borrowed Dust Poem by bonifacio alba

Whispers of the Borrowed Dust
by Bonifacio Alba

Life passed by, and this body—
Borrowed from the dust—
Shall one day return,
Like dried leaves,
Swept by the wind
To where all journeys end.

Yet while we breathe, let purpose rise,
In every heartbeat, truth reside.
Let harmony be our daily song,
And peace embrace both weak and strong.
Let love be more than just a word—
A light, a guide, a force unheard.

To shape a world both kind and just,
A home for more than only us.
A place where future eyes may see
The seeds we sowed in unity.
For not just life, but legacy
Is built on care and empathy.

And even when the night is long,
When shadows silence hope and song,
Let home stand firm, a sacred place—
A cradle held by boundless grace.
For when the darkness has its say,
The sun shall rise to light the way.