It was long time ago when my mother and I went to a legal office for a transaction. Since the transaction was finished, I moved a bit slowly and much delighted for God allowed me to accomplish it. However, I felt an abrasive sturdy impact that really stunned me. The pain couldn’t refute that somebody struck on my right arm. Upon turning back, I saw a man that seemed to be mad at somebody else. He looked rugged, with tattered clothes and curly messy hair (running down the aisle on zigzag position) while murmuring words, I couldn’t understand. He then, mistakenly bashed on me I supposed. “And the word of the Lord came again to Zechariah: This is what the Lord Almighty said: “Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another. Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the foreigner or the poor. Do not plot evil
This is Estela Canama’s website. She is a freelance poet, writer and blogger from the Philippines. Her work has appeared in websites including Poetry soup and Family Friend Poems. . .