Why does life have to be busy?
Every waking minute spent "doing".
Why can't we just
Be still,
And listen to you?
I want to be in your presence,
Bathed in your glory.
Thursday, 31 July 2008
Contact
I see him.
As my colour drains,
He notices me.
I'd thought to leave my life behind,
Will unwanted memories return?
"Hello. How are you?"
Nothing - like we were always just friends.
As my colour drains,
He notices me.
I'd thought to leave my life behind,
Will unwanted memories return?
"Hello. How are you?"
Nothing - like we were always just friends.
Stained Glass Windows
Light
Playing through the air
Makes colours on the floor.
Beautiful
But fragmented.
To see the whole picture,
You must look to the source.
Playing through the air
Makes colours on the floor.
Beautiful
But fragmented.
To see the whole picture,
You must look to the source.
Monday, 28 July 2008
Our Song
I sing the notes.
But by itself,
The tune seems empty,
Like any lonely sound.
You sing the harmony.
But by itself,
The melody seems pointless,
It needs to support the tune.
Without each other,
Neither works.
Please, can you sing the melody,
And I'll sing the tune.
But by itself,
The tune seems empty,
Like any lonely sound.
You sing the harmony.
But by itself,
The melody seems pointless,
It needs to support the tune.
Without each other,
Neither works.
Please, can you sing the melody,
And I'll sing the tune.
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
Verbing Me
Assuming
"I thought you knew"
Over-looking
"I'm sorry, maybe next time"
Forgetting
"Oh. I forgot I'd asked. I can't anymore."
Rejecting
"Not today, I have something else on."
Leaving.
---
"I thought you knew"
Over-looking
"I'm sorry, maybe next time"
Forgetting
"Oh. I forgot I'd asked. I can't anymore."
Rejecting
"Not today, I have something else on."
Leaving.
---
Thursday, 17 July 2008
Scars
Broken, I come
Crying
Back to you.
Wishing
I had never left
That enfolding goodness of
Your love.
This is not the first time,
And by no means the last.
But you love me still.
My scars are beautiful to you.
Crying
Back to you.
Wishing
I had never left
That enfolding goodness of
Your love.
This is not the first time,
And by no means the last.
But you love me still.
My scars are beautiful to you.
Forgiveness
How easy it is to ask for.
When you've done something wrong.
Easy also to give.
I have forgiven everyone else.
I have been forgiven by them.
I have been forgiven by God.
But the one person
Who takes the longest
To forgive me
Is myself.
When you've done something wrong.
Easy also to give.
I have forgiven everyone else.
I have been forgiven by them.
I have been forgiven by God.
But the one person
Who takes the longest
To forgive me
Is myself.
Wednesday, 9 July 2008
MYC - Run The Race, Student Life.
This shall be one of my rare posts which doesn't include poetry or prose.
All the other posts I have for this day were composed some time over the period of the 4th of July till the 9th (today). Most of these were composed somewhere in the QCCC campsites/ surrounding area. You may have noticed drastic differences in the tone and emotions coming through each of the pieces, but that was the order in which I wrote them.
On a side note, MYC was awesome, and something I'm planning on going to again. There was a wonderful sense of fellowship, and the importance of evangelism was highlighted strongly. There was also a practical side to this, which is what I've been waiting for since before I can remember.
From what I've seen, there has always been a distaste for evangelism to occur within Western societies, and it is seen as something that is only done in Asia & Africa & South America, but I've always been itching for something here.
What made my day was, I think, the fact that I managed to have an evangelical discussion less than 2 hours after I left MYC.
All the other posts I have for this day were composed some time over the period of the 4th of July till the 9th (today). Most of these were composed somewhere in the QCCC campsites/ surrounding area. You may have noticed drastic differences in the tone and emotions coming through each of the pieces, but that was the order in which I wrote them.
On a side note, MYC was awesome, and something I'm planning on going to again. There was a wonderful sense of fellowship, and the importance of evangelism was highlighted strongly. There was also a practical side to this, which is what I've been waiting for since before I can remember.
From what I've seen, there has always been a distaste for evangelism to occur within Western societies, and it is seen as something that is only done in Asia & Africa & South America, but I've always been itching for something here.
What made my day was, I think, the fact that I managed to have an evangelical discussion less than 2 hours after I left MYC.
Fears & Desires
Everyone has a dream,
A desire.
Except me.
I don't know
What I'm aiming for.
I'm too afraid
To dream.
What am I?
A desire.
Except me.
I don't know
What I'm aiming for.
I'm too afraid
To dream.
What am I?
Out of Place
Beautiful land.
As I pass through,
Something catches me.
Among the green,
(so vibrant)
Among the brown,
(so full of life)
Metal.
Cold and hard.
Unforgiving.
Showing that
Nothing
Is untainted.
As I pass through,
Something catches me.
Among the green,
(so vibrant)
Among the brown,
(so full of life)
Metal.
Cold and hard.
Unforgiving.
Showing that
Nothing
Is untainted.
Colour
A sea
not of blue,
but green
life abounds.
Untainted,
forests rise.
Stretching
to water in the sky.
On the ground
a thick covering,
thick and coarse,
spreading, growing.
Initially unnoticed,
tiny flowers;
all different,
give the area colour.
not of blue,
but green
life abounds.
Untainted,
forests rise.
Stretching
to water in the sky.
On the ground
a thick covering,
thick and coarse,
spreading, growing.
Initially unnoticed,
tiny flowers;
all different,
give the area colour.
The Race
I wrote this at a point in one of the talks at MYC where we were to write how we wanted to finish the race. (1 Corinthians 9:24, Hebrews 12:1, etc.)
When I cross the line
I want to have run well.
I may stumble,
I may fall,
I may be waylaid,
But I will have determination
To get back on my feet,
To get back on the track,
To keep running.
When I cross the line,
When I finish the race,
I want to be in his arms;
Father,
Husband,
Friend,
My God, saying,
"Well Done."
When I cross the line
I want to have run well.
I may stumble,
I may fall,
I may be waylaid,
But I will have determination
To get back on my feet,
To get back on the track,
To keep running.
When I cross the line,
When I finish the race,
I want to be in his arms;
Father,
Husband,
Friend,
My God, saying,
"Well Done."
Gray world
Everything I see -
So vast, so beautiful.
Sight overwhelmed.
Cold touches on my back,
Cold fingers across my neck.
The rain making it so
Cloud shrouds the world.
No landscape I see before me now,
Just a utilitarian gray
As colour fades.
It remains beautiful.
So vast, so beautiful.
Sight overwhelmed.
Cold touches on my back,
Cold fingers across my neck.
The rain making it so
Cloud shrouds the world.
No landscape I see before me now,
Just a utilitarian gray
As colour fades.
It remains beautiful.
Not Me
Connecting
With people and emotions;
People I never knew,
Emotions I have not experienced.
Why?
Dark depression,
Elation,
Degrees of the spectrum
of life,
of freedom,
of love.
It is not me
But collectively
Every story I've heard,
Every experience I've had,
Every impact on my life,
Not me.
With people and emotions;
People I never knew,
Emotions I have not experienced.
Why?
Dark depression,
Elation,
Degrees of the spectrum
of life,
of freedom,
of love.
It is not me
But collectively
Every story I've heard,
Every experience I've had,
Every impact on my life,
Not me.
Haiku time...
Time for anonther haiku.
It's always the same,
Some things never really change,
My love not returned.
It's always the same,
Some things never really change,
My love not returned.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Surrounded
Surrounded
Completely
Every day
Friends, family,
Strangers, enemies.
All are near, and yet,
I am totally
alone.
Completely
Every day
Friends, family,
Strangers, enemies.
All are near, and yet,
I am totally
alone.
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