A Soul Cry

There is None bold enough to war as my Knight!

Such sorrow like drought marks every hour in a day.

I’m ripped on all sides; left with none to cling, But

Unto the One that my heart would entrust each breath,

Runs a river of quiet utterance.

24 Oct, 2013

About growing up

There will always be something calling out to me...

I thought I should let my young days go and grow out from it, that's when I realize I'm starting to loose out. The magnitude of it is that in the midst of it, I am gradually losing who I am.

2009 Think about these things...

Fruitfulness in the midst of Affliction

a change of life style
a change of action
a change of thought and beliefs
change your view.

your direction
- towards who?

ask yourself
to think
about these things

When Love Takes You In

Lyrics by Steven Curtis Chapman

I know you’ve heard the stories
But they all sound too good to be true
You’ve heard about a place called home
But there doesn’t seem to be one for you
So one more night you cry yourself to sleep
And drift off to a distant dream

Where love takes you in and everything changes
A miracle starts with the beat of a heart
When love takes you home and says you belong here
The loneliness ends and a new life begins
When love takes you in

And somewhere while you’re sleeping
Someone else is dreaming too
Counting down the days until
They hold you close and say I love you
And like the rain that falls into the sea
In a moment what has been is lost in what will be

When love takes you in everything changes
A miracle starts with the beat of a heart

And this love will never let you go
There is nothing that could ever cause this love to lose its hold

When love takes you in everything changes
A miracle starts with the beat of a heart
When love takes you home and says you belong here
The loneliness ends and a new life begins
When love takes you in it takes you in for good
When love takes you in

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=demRHgul2Zk

Jane Hirshfield

:Thought I'll share this beautifully written poem by Jane Hirshfield.

THE POET

She is working now, in a room
not unlike this one,
the one where I write, or you read.
Her table is covered with paper.
The light of the lamp would be
tempered by a shade, where the bulb's
single harshness might dissolve,
but it is not, she has taken it off.
Her poems? I will never know them,
though they are the ones I most need.
Even the alphabet she writes in
I cannot decipher. Her chair -
Let us imagine whether it is leather
or canvas, vinyl or wicker. Let her
have a chair, her shadeless lamp,
the table. Let one or two she loves
be in the next room. Let the door
be closed, the sleeping ones healthy.
Let her have time, and silence,
enough paper to make mistakes and go on.

Whoppa!!

These few days, i've been attending a theatre workshop back in the good old roof-top-theatre. Technically, i was asked to be there just to ground the whole event. But i tell you, this group is such a talented bunch, they didn't need me to ground anything for them. Infact, i am so inspired to be in their midst. Both Puay Tin and Mark Teh has been generating loads of fun stuff! What a joy just to be in it. Everything about it has helped me cope with the not so bright side of things lately. I love playing there... Whoppa!!

Brooding lass

What is she thinking about?