When we talk about
Martial Law in the Philippines, the name of Ninoy Aquino comes up. His death
(assassination) led eventually to the EDSA People Power Revolution. But I’m not
going to talk about the politics of it, I want to see the humanity of someone
incarcerated, of how long he can endure and how much he can give. On the 3rd
year of his imprisonment he wrote a poem, The Candle of My Life.
It is a testament of the
capacity of the human spirit to rise above self and yet also an acknowledgment
of our own limitation. And when our limits are tested, comes someone who will
remind us of hope and faith; of our conviction and passion; and, of our ideals
and values. Then we can go on.
The Candle of My Life
I am burning the candle of my life
in the dark with no one to benefit
from its 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, reshape 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
Good-bye
by aats
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