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    Earthly Treasures

    May 15, 2022 - By 

    I wrote this post on 23 November 2021, but I never published it. Little did I realise that by 11 April 2022, this snow globe in the above picture, together with my fully furnished house will soon be washed away into the ocean. We were victims of a flood, and we could not save a single item. Holding onto earthly treasures is not worth the heartbreak. Written: 23 November 2021 My Story When I was little, there was civil unrest in my neighbourhood. My Mum and all the aunties were frantic. The plan: grab your stuff and flee! My Dad’s…

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    Pages Turn

    October 7, 2021 - By 

    Pages turn, and spines are bent To fold comfortably in the hand Bound together into chapters And seamed into place A book has a start and an end All in a total sense, from one mystery to the next But the pages of my heart hold an archive of scrolls Manuscripts far too fragile to be bent Years of chronicles and fables bound into stories Holding secret pains Parchments of a soft flesh-like kind Written in dribs and drabs Incomplete Pages fall loosely, splitting at the seams Chapters in scribbles in a cute mad-like disarray There seems to be no…

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    Here’s to what was meant to break me!

    August 23, 2021 - By 

    I will wear it like a medal of honour I hear the hisses and snarling murmurs Who does she think she is? I hold it up high like a torch to a race See, see, ask what you will For I wear it like a medal of honour Oh, she is no good! She is not worthy! I disapprove! It is mine to keep, a bestowal if you wish History has spoken, who are you to judge? I place it on a mantel next to my other prized possessions Go and see it if you please For you will not…

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    My Glow Is My Colour

    June 10, 2021 - By 

      A glow, a warm glow, illuminates from within my being as You make Your presence known to me  Like kinetic energy with the ability to generate light only seen by a certain human eye An eye, that when looked into, reflects the source of that which it sees  The source, the One whose eyes are like flames of fire      Zillions of tiny photons stream like crystal shimmers Gleaming and dancing under my skin  Frequencies of a secret song only understood by a certain human ear  An ear that has an ear to hear  The heart beatings of…

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    Sparrow, Pearl and Waterfall

    June 4, 2021 - By 

    The Lesson of the Sparrow  This beautiful feather-winged creature, with a voice bigger than itself, sings out every morning. The early bird sets off to catch his worm. Dodging raindrops, soaring like a military airplane through the battlefields, this tiny music box doesn’t seem to be bothered by any obstacles around him. Swift and agile, he moves and thinks as fast as his wings.  Under the watchful eye of his newly found love, he so patiently weaves his low-hanging nest. He doesn’t stop singing. If you listen carefully, his chirps grow louder each time. Merrily, they synchronise their movements, gracefully…

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    Fallen One

    May 25, 2021 - By 

    Oh, desolate one Way too beautiful to be overlooked  Sing, I say… For many are your afflictions   But with everlasting kindness, you, too, will be lifted again  Oh, broken one  For you are far too precious not to be loved  For the Mighty one cometh this way  And with great mercy, He will gather you  Hold fast, I say, ohh fallen one  For the winds of life shall bruise you no more  The wise one rides this way soonest  It is said, He binds the broken-hearted and He makes whole the crushed in spirit  Do not be afraid; you will…

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    Wildflower

    April 23, 2021 - By 

    You are just a wild weed, you little beauty Along the byways of this beaten-down trail You have caught my eye, you little blossom  You remind me of the Proverbs 31 woman The wife of the nobleman Who was clothed in fine linen of purple Her children called her blessed and she laughed at the days to come She was strong and vigorous No hand nurtured you, my little one No gardener tended to you Yet you flourish Your stalks are strong and you are here in this big world, doing it all by yourself No one will pluck you,…

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    Letters to my grieving friend

    April 2, 2021 - By 

    Letter 3: From His footstool to His throne My dearest friend, Last night was extremely difficult for you. I sensed your panic as the reality of you never seeing your loved one again sets in. Grief has bored its way so deep into the very core of your being. It has only been a few weeks but it feels like a lifetime of separation. As we wept through the night, my mind drifted to our younger days.  We were in our twenties then, young wives and new mums. We were hungry for the things of the spirit. We danced through…