Beyond Borders...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And we sat quietly on this park bench

While the crowd disappeared with the early winter breeze

And the three of us, in stillness,

Listened to each others' sigh.

And one remembered his Allah

And the other strummed his guitar

And played a cool Dylan tune

While I whispered to my Jesus

A prayer beyond borders.

 

And one marveled Creation in awe

While the other just sang his song,

And I said to myself,

"It is possible for the east and the west

To meet and stay together

Transcending walls, building bridges

Beyond borders.."

 

Sometimes, in our quiet you could hear

The soft steps of people in a carefully manicured park lawn

The distant breathing of a late-afternoon city jogger

The fading sound of a speeding cab;

Sometimes, we just sat speechless,

For a friend is someone you can be silent with.

But then

We sang, we dreamt, we laughed...

But there was an unspoken word of sadness, of coming goodbyes.

 

But lo and behold, one said, "we needed goodbyes

For Advent to come, for hello's to be born..."

And I was shocked because he now talked of Advent and the Manger

And the Baby in the Manger in his heart

While the other, of the Cross deep inside

Waiting for his Christmas, waiting for his Easter.

 

Within me was a tear of joy, only my God could understand

Only my God could feel the simple scheme of a simple dream

Because somewhere across this skyline

We shared our Faiths, we crossed our paths

Yet we traveled the same Road

And gave life another meaning

Beyond borders...

 

November 2, 2007

Fr. Jun