Isang tula na naglalarawan sa kadakilaan at katatagan ni dating pangulong Cory Aquino bilang isang ina, asawa at lider ng bansa ang isinulat mismo ng kanyang asawang si Ninoy bago siya namatay.
But a power that must have been God held him together.
He remembered the words of the epistle, God chose the weak to confound the strong.
On the third anniversary of his incarceration in Laur, the recollection of his pain gave birth to a poem of hope.
This is the poem he wrote: I am the burning candle of my Life in the dark With no one to benefit From the light.
From Ninoy’s burnt-out candle, and thousands like it in cells throughout the garrison state, we gathered the melted wax and made more candles.
To burn – not as long in such loneliness – but much more brightly altogether, as to banish the darkness, and light us to a new day. With grateful acknowledgement to the man who made it possible for us to be here.
You might ask: When will the president stop invoking Ninoy’s name? A man who discovered hope in the starkest despair, and has something yet to teach a country facing adversity again.
The candle slowly melts away; Soon its wick will be burned out And the light is gone.
If someone will only gather The melted wax, re-shape it, Give it a new wick – For another fleeting moment My candle can once again Light the dark, Be of service One more time, And then…goodbye.