There's a voice that guides creations
Amidst the noise of modern culture
Many succumb to temptations
Others listen to the future.
We must listen to this voice
In the classroom of silence.
And we must be glad and rejoice
To the words of the Providence.
There is also that human voice
With a commanding resonance.
And we have no other choice
But the feeling of good riddance.
I heard this voice on my cellphone
One day in my backyard alone.
Reminded me of a captain
On his boat amidst rough waters
With mission and vision to obtain
A stout heart that never wavers.
His compass moves with precision
With the traders and the farmers
Towards friendly persuasion
Accolades and laurels he gathers.
(Poem dedicated to Hernani Contrivida of
Dipolog School of Fisheries, Dipolog City, Philippines.
Mr. Hernani Contrivida was a Principal and Administrator
of the Dipolog School of Fisheries. He was an Educator, and also a holder of a Master's degree in Business Administration.)
Commentary:
"I don't question why Mr. Contrivida had you ghost-write (for the Zamboanga School of Fisheries superintendent's message) . You are such an awesome writer. That in itself is a divine gift, and I hope that you have identified His purpose giving you that awesome talent. Dios te bendiga, Greg!." (Eden Rachel Espina, BS.N. friend of my wife, who called her Vangie. Rachel migrated in the States, went back to the Philippines, and taught at (WMSU) Western Mindanao State University , 1983-1985.at Zamboanga City, Phil. After which, she had convinced his hubby to come with her to Chicago, Illinois.
