My brave heart You are the moon’s shining calm
cool visage beaming clouds of rest
You are the small bright bird on the palm
Of Hope as welcome guest.
You are a roaring wind holding storms at bay
The vision as far as a swallow flies,
The reflective night, the untried day,
Disciples of logic, we understand
What is random or proven or certain or fair.
My brave heart, I stand clutching in my hand
A moment’s prayer.
My brave heart, I am the we of a thousand wishes
In the hearts of the many thinking of you.
In this war that is smart and tender and vicious,
We can be soldiers and philosophers too.
— Louella Dizon San Juan