"Going Back Home"

Love, when I die…
See that no one will cry.
Make all things simple;
So that none of you may tremble.

Tie bright, let dolor be out;
Put prayers in your mouth.
Remember God calls me for heaven,
Pray that I may dwell with the ones chosen.

Love, when I die…
See that no one will cry.
Remember all that I have done;
Let your salute be my crown.

Offer flowers to the sky he made.
He will send more when you serenade.
Let all men pass over me,
And all your works be all for thee.

Love, when I die…
See that no one will cry.
Sing no sad hymns for me,
Let all songs be for God’s glory.

Bring me in His altar…
Clothe me with Our Lady’s scapular.
Bury me under green lawn;
In darkness, never will I live you alone.



This poem is written in Rogationist Seminary – Manila in 2003