The Last Mass of Zacarias
(in memoriam Fr. Zacarias Agatep)
Fr. Amado L. Picardal
In a roofless and wall‑less cathedral
you celebrated the ultimate sacrifice.
The fields, the hills and forests
have become your boundless altar.
The host, your bullet‑pierced body.
The wine, your warm and crimson blood.
The Lord has always been with you
and you have always been with him.
You met him in their farms and villages.
You ate with him in their nipa huts.
You listened to him as they shared
their agony and grief, their vision and dreams.
You became one with him as you struggled with them
to build a new reality
where there will be no more dictators
who will terrorize our nation
where there will be no more imperialists
from the west who will control our destiny,
where the riches of the earth will be shared by all
and the Kingdom of justice, peace and freedom
becomes a reality.
You finally sealed your covenant with him
when you offered your life for them
the ultimate sacrament of your love.
Go in peace, father and brother Zacarias
your mass has finally ended
but ours will go on.
We will continue to love and serve the Lord
in the least of our brethren: the poor and oppressed,
to make ourselves true and living sacrifice
of bread and wine
our own body and blood
in the memory of the risen Lord
and in your memory.