ATTY. DOMINADOR G. SUNGA, SR.
November 16, 1926-October 11, 2009
And now it was evening... the wind bids me leave you.
Less hasty am I than the wind, yet I must go.
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,
begin no day where we have ended another day;
and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. ...
Brief were my days among you, and briefer
still the words I have spoken.
But should my voice fade in your ears, and
my love vanish in your memory, then I will come again,
And with a richer heart and lips more yielding
to the spirit will I speak.
Yea, I shall return with the tide, And though
death may hide me, and the greater silence enfold me,
yet again will I seek your understanding.
And not in vain will I seek. If aught I have said is truth,
that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice,
and in words more kin to your thoughts..
I go with the wind...but not down into emptiness...
**by Khalil Gibran
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