Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Q. R. A.
This is for moments when I remember how blessed and fortunate I am, here today. I wrote this after I saw a man at a bus stop. This represents the questions, the dawn of realisation, the answers. Q. R. A.
Skin droopy and folding
Clothes bleak and ill-fitting
He sticks to the side of the world
Holding a bag of something small
Hunger must have overcome
I realise as he starts to eat
Distasteful, plain, raw and neat
How does he consume
Why is a man left to this
God says He will be right there
To love and to provide
And every man is His son
Comprehension is slow sometimes
But when it hits I realise
The Father does not do things for nothing
Why did I question that
Sunday, July 12, 2009
How Good Is He
Heya guys!It is always one thing to give, and another to receive. Most of the world, it seems, is happier with the latter. Who doesn't like presents? Which child doesn't look forward to Christmas and birthdays or any occasion that promises gifts? For me, I like receiving, but I get a bigger kick out of giving. It's just the joy and seeing that person's face light up. Even without sight, you can feel and anticipate the reaction in your heart. Feels good.
I think God had that same feeling. He loved, He gave, He anticipated, He saw. Doing all these, while He knew. Most people know I cycle. I used to cycle a lot a couple years ago. I stopped after school ended and have always wanted to go back to it and do some serious biking. On wednesday, I got a pleasant surprise. Someone I barely knew gave me a bike. If God wanted a reaction, He got one. I was surprised and a little cautious. We always think that there is no such thing as a free lunch. When we're actually given one, we doubt the giver and the gift. Yesterday's cycling trip dissolved all those thoughts and has made way for a little private joke between Him and me.
I just feel so awed and amazed. Something that I didn't ask for, He gave it to me. Just a thought but never in prayer. I know He wants me to have it. It feels like the start of something new, like even He is encouraging me when I stayed without action. I never thought that this would happen. Sneaky.
The greatest manipulator ever, gave me a bike. Father, you are awesome!
Monday, July 6, 2009
The Qs without an A
When things happen and right now changes
When you get pushed and feel forgotten
In a corner of a room like a child
Looking at a toy that does not belong
What do you do, what do you say
When you try and get tired
When you are open and your heart is laid down on the ground
Exposed to the naked cold and trampled
By rejection and declination
What do you do, what do you feel
When frustration sets in and doesn't leave
When it gets worse and you hesitate
Like in poker you take a chance
They say all gamblers always have hope
What do you do, what should you think
Just staying silently
Convincing yourself to feel that way
Waiting, will it work
Will it make it go away
When you get pushed and feel forgotten
In a corner of a room like a child
Looking at a toy that does not belong
What do you do, what do you say
When you try and get tired
When you are open and your heart is laid down on the ground
Exposed to the naked cold and trampled
By rejection and declination
What do you do, what do you feel
When frustration sets in and doesn't leave
When it gets worse and you hesitate
Like in poker you take a chance
They say all gamblers always have hope
What do you do, what should you think
Just staying silently
Convincing yourself to feel that way
Waiting, will it work
Will it make it go away
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Night Falls at the Station
I sit and watch
At a station full of people and rails
Each train comes at a different time
Each one goes a different way
People rush, people push
They run and they go fast
As each train pulls out
Some get left behind
Did they miss it
Or did they want to wait
I was there before
In the middle of transit
But now I know where I'm headed
So I sit there quietly
And watch people figure
P.S. I Love You. Does it still hurt a lot?
At a station full of people and rails
Each train comes at a different time
Each one goes a different way
People rush, people push
They run and they go fast
As each train pulls out
Some get left behind
Did they miss it
Or did they want to wait
I was there before
In the middle of transit
But now I know where I'm headed
So I sit there quietly
And watch people figure
P.S. I Love You. Does it still hurt a lot?