CREDENDA By R. Vinzons Asis


I remembered God and I came
asking bread, became
tearfully insistent, heard
only ringing hunger: no word
So I left, cursing
but the thunder of my words
were as raindrops falling.
Saw God in my hunger:
heard his voice ringing
in my ears; saw the beauty
of his silence.
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