Anonymous

(this is an old verse i did months back for the anonymous angel who always seem to come to my rescue in the most unexpected moments. it is because of her/him that i have schemed my way through my shatterings. because of her/him, i have learned to appreciate the beauty of anonimity. i pray i could do justice to my anonymous angel by virtue of paying forward and by this short verse i lovingly made and dedicate to her/him. i hope she/he gets to chance upon this piece...)

“Thru the efforts of Governor Perilla”
“Compliments of Liberry Condensada”
“Community Project of Class '82”
“Mass sponsored by Juanito Yu”
“GNA cares!”
“ABS-CBM shares”
“Donated by Beta Alpha Delta”
“Relief goods from US of Anerica”

Good deeds overflow in amazing quantity,
but anonimity in these is a perplexing scarcity,
in a land of maggots screaming mammon honors to the fin,
anonimity is one surprising and refreshing morphine.
The beauty of anonimity douses me and heals me,
unnamed oasis in my resonating quandary,
a giver without a face but with udefiled vest
of undisturbed love in its purest, in its best.
Be careful not to your acts of righteousness before men, to be seen by them,
for if you do you will have no reward from your father in heaven (Mt.6:1)
Times when your right palm gives and your right arm not even sees,
it sure is Him whom you highly please.
The anonymous is a sign of bleak yet abiding hope,
that the seed of genuine good is alive and till rapture will cope,
a potent rock in the fortress of my father,
my thanks, my salutes, to the anonymous will linger...