Life is a puzzle; we are the clues, and God is the answer.
In this life, I had your footsteps to guide me through;
From them, through them, Father, I saw
The road you took, hard and long; your progress, slow;
Grueling was your journey; that I now know.
Up to the crossroads, your footsteps took me, Father
And I noticed, your footsteps spent a long time there;
They found it hard to decide which way to proceed
Would it be left or right; or how about straight ahead?
They took the left path, their steps tentative; then up ahead
I heard a screech as a sharp brake then a U-turn they made;
Then to the crossroad, slowly they made their way back
Contemplating, hoping, that better would be the other path.
The right trail, after much thought, they decided to try
There was so much to see there, so much to find;
But soon they realized, the path was leading them
Nowhere near where they stored their dream.
To go back and try the other way was the right thing to do,
They thought; but it was already too late to do so, they knew;
So instead, they moved forward, trying to find the good thing
That the journey that they pursued could bring.
I know, thy footsteps faltered several times; I did hear their cries;
Stumbling, I heard them groan; and those sounds are their sighs.
But I am proud to see they continued with their trek, still;
Inch by inch they moved, now there’s the finish line; they’re near.
Right there are your footsteps now; Oh, I see them clearly
Still moving onward, though now, rather more slowly;
Seeing that plateau they’ve reached; please let me tell thee
The road you’ve taken was tough, but tougher are you, Daddy.
Look at the humps your footsteps had to pass through along the way
Not tripping over those monsters, good at dodging they must be, I say;
The good maneuvers they’ve done; the curves they’ve straightened
Oh, for those who might follow thee, the road they’ve smoothened.
This journey of yours, I know it’s not easy, Daddy
But look where your small steps brought you and me;
The tears you shed, the beads of sweat you let drop
Please know, Father, that they won’t be for naught..
And now, at that very same crossroad you once crossed, I stand
Trying to decide which way to take; please do understand
Your path I might not take; that you know, don’t you Daddy?
Still, I ask thee to bless me; that fruitful my journey will be.
For my father, my guide, my hero Manuel D. Benosa, Sr. who’s celebrating his 57th birthday on March 20.
//Sherma E. Benosa
12 July, 2006; 11:40pm