is the terrain of stories told,
of valleys and creeks and rivers
on which the sweetest waters flow.
is the temple, where the pulpit
dwells; the gospel is written
on your tongue and guilty prayers
sneak between your teeth.
You are religion.
You are faith.
The unknown is your child and
hold the map of a universe
that only existed in the wildest
of my dreams.
How is it that I
can lose myself looking at you
only to be found, again, faithless?
David Jayson Oquendo is studying Electrical Engineering at Mindanao State University-General Santos City.