tags: Benigno Aquino, Jr.

A poem by Benigno Aquino. Lent and martyrdom. Dogeaters. Sometimes I just want to weep for the world.

I am burning the candle of my life in the dark
with no one to benefit
from the light.
The candle slowly melts away; soon its wick will be burned out and the light is gone.
If someone will only gather the melted wax, re-shape it, give it a new wick…
for another fleeting moment my candle can once again
light the dark,
be of service
one more time,
and then… goodbye.