Minsan, bigo akong naghahanap sa pag-ibig Mo.
Tila malayo ka't kay hirap abutin
Ng pangarap, ng isip, ng puso kong nauuhaw sa Iyo.
Ulap man ay 'di masabi sa akin kung nasaan Ka
Pakiwari ko'y tahimik ka't hindi nakikinig
sa tinig, sa damdaming tumatangis hanngang langit.
Mananatili sa gunita ko ang yaman ng pag-ibig mo
Sa kabila ng hirap at kawalan
Hahanapin ka ... at kalooba'y kakapit sa pag-asang pangako Mo.
Mananatili ka ... Panginoon ... mananatili Ka.
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My father died this week (February 5). After burying him, I returned to the Manila Observatory where we had been staying for the duration of the Labor Trials. It was already close to midnight and the entire building, the compound was just dark and empty. From my pocket, I took the key to the front door and slowly walked through the quiet and haunting stillness of the night.
