Skip to main content

One Chance

Poem
| Earl Carlo Guevarra | Issue 147 (May - Jun 2022)
This article has been viewed 26534 times
One Chance

On a cool, starry summer night
I slumber on my fluffy bed

As the ray of the sky’s eye
Shines upon my tired body

My soul goes to the world of dreams
And see spectres staring at me

One of them speaks, saying,
“I’m dead, you’re alive; change your life,”

Asking in a low voice why,
They said, “Once you’re done, no more.”

My soul shivers at that thought of
Having no chance to fix one life

I rise up to the real world
And eat food, greeting “Morning!”

Realizing that there’s only
One chance for me to do it right

Saying my thanks, I go on
To give praise for a fruitful life

I am now happy to do good
For I know I have one more chance!

Subscribe

More Coverage

Is That a Spider Riding a Balloon?

Is That a Spider Riding a Balloon?

In 1832, 100 km off the coast of Argentina, Charles Darwin observed numerous tiny crimson spiders, sized 2-3 mm, riding the breeze from the sea and then sticking onto the ropes and sails of the HMS Beagle, the ship on which he was touring around the…
We Began as Strangers

We Began as Strangers

“Quick, the cord’s wrapped around her neck. Twice!” I remember my numb feet in the stirrups. I remember the nurses on either side of me. I remember seeing my baby’s little purple head in the mirror, cone-shaped and strange. The doctor’s hand whirre…
The Theological Dimension of the Thought of M. Fethullah Gülen (Part 2)

The Theological Dimension of the Thought of M. Fethullah Gülen (Part 2)

“Sincerity” in the Islamic Tradition Ikhlas is a Qur’anic concept that is variously translated as “sincerity” or “purity of intention,” and Gülen’s understanding of this term covers both aspects of the Qur’anic concept. In ordinary parlance, “since…
In the Presence of the All-Compassionate

In the Presence of the All-Compassionate

O the Most Merciful of the Merciful! You are the One who spreads these vast universes like a book before each of us. You are the One who makes our consciences sense their secrets, and again it is You who makes our consciences a shore to the realm w…