Angelus

 Heavy tongue of an olden bell,

Wags and lets out a mighty yell

To announce the death of the day,

And call back souls that go astray.

Humble lumps of clay, big and small,

Stand motionless and heed the call;

A prayer from each heart's set free,

With every lonely toll from the old belfry.

As Angelus bell tolls afar,

A candle glows by the altar;

Flickering like the evening star,

Rekindling faith's flame beyond par.

Whispered prayers storm the heavens,

Its grand door, for a while opens;

A moment of Divine Light blinks,

Sends hope to those in penitence.

Then, sprinkle of holy water,

From the hand of Virgin Mother,

Quench the burning thirst for mercy,

Of poor souls in purgatory.

(The last stanza of this poem is shown in mosaic image at the background wall of the altar of Tigbauan church  but people do not understand the message,so it was effaced.)