Rafael E. Evangelista is a lawyer by profession, having been a partner of the international law firm, Baker and Mckenzie. He has outstanding accomplishments in many other fields, holding leadership and other key positions in professional, business and banking, socio-civic, and academic organizations. He is a graduate of the Ateneo de Manila University in the Philippines and of Georgetown University in the U.S.
Although he considers his love for writing, specially poetry, as a hobby, his passion for this pursuit manifests itself in the fact that he has written over 5,000 poems in the Haiku genré alone, aside from other verse forms. He has finally decided to publish in book form his voluminous body of poetry work.
Even in the gathering
Shadows of dusk,
When death had lost
All its terror,
The new dawn to come
With such relief.
And when I asked you softly,
Surely with tears
Welling in my eyes,
If you had to go,
You nodded gently.
With a flicker
Of the sunset
On your beautiful face
One more time,
You smiled in
One last goodbye.
Then you were gone,
Like the colored scent
Of a bouquet of
To the waiting sunrise.
And so, in a last adieu, I say…
Why do I continue to love you,
Even if I do not try?
Why do I continue to remember
When I can no longer cry?
But then you never doubted
Even as you said goodbye.
So fly on, my Angel, fly.
You looked after
The garden of my soul.
You nurtured it,
You kept it whole.
Who will watch over it
Now that you are gone?
Will the fates care for it
Just as you have done?
You made each friend feel special,
Each friend who felt your touch.
They tell me how you cared for them,
Each one, so very much.
I can believe your friends,
All those who tell me this.
I too have felt your warming touch
Like a lingering summer kiss.
I found myself denying
Some thoughts I had of you,
In order to prevent the darkness
That threatened to break through.
I thought of all the happier times
That you and I have had,
And tried to forget the moment
When everything went sad.
Loving can never be easy
When one is grieving so,
But simply by denying,
Can one ever then let go?
As you sleep in the fading light,
I rejoice in the time we had together.
I gaze on visions of you fondly in
The night’s stillness, and remember
How everything then was so right
In all the moments we had together,
Moments of life, of time, and of love
Cherished and nourished forever.
Sleep well, sleep tight, my Love,
To the embrace of God surrender.
Your summer kiss lingers
In the deepening autumn of life,
Whether in good times or in bad,
And in victory or in strife,
Recalling to two hearts together,
Even as it did back then,
The fragrance of spring’s coming,
Not simply where but when.
I do continue to love you,
I do not have to try.
I will continue to remember,
Though I no longer cry.
You never doubted God’s love,
Even when you said, “Goodbye.”
So fly on, my Angel, fly!
All endings are just part of new beginnings,
And all beginnings never truly end.
How wonderful for us to spend the later years, and still love the taste of life.
The grown man, trudging towards the warm colors of God’s sunset, arms spread,
Making like a bird caught in the updrafts of the evening breeze,
There is so much still of the little boy in every man.
But the man is not alone. All our stories eventually converge,
Like stones rolling into each other beneath a gliding river.
Each of our lives is blessed with some portrait of love or friendship
That consoles the winter of the later years.
One life can no more be separated
Than rain can be separated from the clouds.
Life and years intersect, and life and years change lives.
There is a balance to it all: one withers, another grows.
Life and years are parts of a whole: life and years touch us all.
And in time all the pieces of the puzzle will fit.
As for now, the grown man will soar on the wings of heaven,
The boy who yesterday was learning how to fly.
The setting god
Sits on his western throne
And starry armies, at his call,
The blind boy
Reaches for the night sky,
And sees the stars.
Through the storm, my tears
Run parallel with the rain
On the window pane.
Wag bony fingers
At the stormy sky.
“Trick or treat,”
The children shout.
In the dark.
The alley cats shriek
And the doggies bark.
Bags are full.