My 2nd Poem in honor of Steve Jobs

To every star there comes a time when light will shine no more.

To every road there comes an end when journeys go no further.

Every torch will one day pass from one hand to the next,

And every soul shall one day gaze upon the farther shore.

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In every time new genius grows, unequalled and beset

With cares and fears of those around who cannot see the way.

That visionary in a jealous age of mediocrity,

Who knows no fear and conquers doubt, a blaze of modest light.

With jaded eye and saddened face, the cosmos wonders long.

It knows what he’s doing as he passes on, but not what comes beyond,

The life that shared the fruits of thought across the planet’s sphere.

No more shall bring a new dawn age, or gladden new dawn hearts.

He leaves alone, yet leaves behind these gifts of wondrous tools.

A graceful night that follows on the sparkling of the day,

The triumph of the life well lived rewarded with cool rest,

And praise no more shall rain upon the ear that cannot hear.

But still it seems that he must know his glory and his name,

Endures beyond his transient pose in gaunt and fading frame,

Endures beyond the toys and tools, the wonder and the work.

A rise, a step, a reaching hand that grasps at time and space.

Another day, another man, another Steve Jobs comes.

Not to finish, not to end the task so far begun,

But still to add another sum and scrawl another line,

Contribute yet another thought that builds upon the first.

  

Forever thus the circle goes, new heroes shall arise.

New praises sing for new crowned kings in fleeting seats of fame.

But soon their time is called away, new princes will ascend,

The vacant throne of fallen lords, those who’ve gone before.

2011 Moira G Gallaga©

In Memoriam: Steve Jobs

In Memoriam: Steve Jobs.

by: Moira G Gallaga

My Published Article in Football Philippines Magazine - Magical Moments

Well, the World Cup qualifying campaign of the Philippines ended that evening, but the growth of the beautiful game in the Philippines is just beginning. As my husband would later say to me, the Azkals lost that night to Kuwait, but they won the hearts of Filipinos and that is the much bigger victory. The second leg game against Kuwait wasn’t about the Azkals, it was about us supporters. It was about us supporters showing to the Azkals that we deserved them.

You see, if one were to look objectively at the second leg it was almost impossible to overturn a 3-0 aggregate deficit from the first leg against a highly experienced and skilled team such as Kuwait. A miracle was needed, and though that happens in football from time to time, this was pretty much unlikely, not yet. But the Azkals have already done their part; they have made great strides in a short span of time and brought football into the consciousness of Filipinos in a big way. Their heroic run to the semis of the Suzuki Cup, reaching the second round of World Cup qualifying, going head to head against Kuwait, they have proven themselves capable and now just need to continue with the hard work they have been doing. They need time, and based on the support of the crowd that evening, they will get it.

We the supporters on the other hand, we needed to be tested and to prove ourselves too, just like the Azkals. That second leg against Kuwait was our test, and we passed it with flying colors. The end of that match that was the most magical moment of all. In the rain, in defeat and in the face of adversity, the Azkals and we its supporters sealed our pact with one another. Come what may, they will play their hearts out on the pitch for us and we will be there in the stands supporting, rain or shine, in victory and in defeat because WE BELIEVE! Moira G. Gallaga ©