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Kung ang bawat lubid na hawak ko ay

sumusukat sa tatag ng aking pananampalataya,


huwag mag-atubiling lagyan ang bawat dipá

ng alambre


habang ang mahabaging Diyos ay nasa hawlang mababasagín: hitík sa mga bulaklak—plastik, sintetiko, sintetiko


ang paniniwala ko,


sapagkat kayà kong humulma nitó

habang tinutulak ako ng lupón ng

kapulisang hindi batid ang dasal kong dalá.


Bakit ako tinutulak ng kapulisan sa pagtawid sa

tulay na sarado? Hindi ba nila ako naiintindihan,

at


ang aking inang

nasa aking balikat; sa kabila, ang

aking amang uugod-ugod ngunit

kapantay ng mga paa kong

tumatapak nang walang sapín,


habang dinadampi sa kulubot na mukha ang

bente-pesos na bimpong binili sa Divisoria

para lámang sa okasyong ito,

para lamáng sa okasyong ito. Ika:


"Anak, ang baryang ipinambili

ay gáling sa Diyos,

pero ang kapahamakan sa pagtapak ko

ay hindi ko matatatap.”


Uminom ako ng de-boteng tubig:

isang lagok kaalinsabay ng kilometrong

sakripisyong pagliligtas.


Isang lagok, dalawang dagok,

ako ay kalahok sa Traslacion;

para saan pa't ibulsa ang de-boteng wala nang laman,


lalo pa't kung ang isa sa mga utos ng diyos

ay maglalang ng sementong lalapagan

ng plastik na minsang tumugon sa úhaw?


Hinatak ko nang hinatak ang lubid

na naging alambre—tinik sa ulo, tinik sa balát, habang

ang sariling dugo ay dumampi sa noo ng aking ina:

habang patuloy lamang kami sa paglalakad,

sapagkat mapagpatawad ang Diyos

sa taong handang sugatan ang sarili.

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