THE POOR MAN, unspoiled by the whims and demands of society, rises up in the morning, to write with his plow earthly patterns under the sky, And at sundown, he treads his way back to his cogon-roofed citadel and finds a comforting message in the mountain---an unwritten testament that lifts the heart and soothes the nerves. Perhaps, in his good time, the poor will take courage and scale the high mountain in an effort to get closer to the sky---- and nearer to God. And there he will view his vast land and be thankful. For in a world where so much is transitory the land itself endures, the mountain remaining unchanged from decade to decade, from generation to generation.
Through all the seasons the poor man will always be close to Mother Earth. And with his plow he will continue singing the song of mountain and sky. The bounty of God's creations will be his greatest heritage, for in this blessed land where time holds no dominion over him he becomes once more the original Adam. Poor though he may be, he finds great joy in his land, where there is promise and prophecy ----- where Life itself is good and kind.