Marionette

image by isabelle

Soon,
I'll be back on campus,
with lectures to attend,
more notes to write,
books in the library to indulge in,
and friends to enjoy and disagree with.

New adventures to live.

I wonder who my new roomie is?

Internship at theSun has been bizarre, meeting all sorts of people, learning with an open-mind (yet not too open till my brains fall out), has been an enriching one.

I live and cherish every single moment of life.

" The only opportunity you will ever have to live by faith is the circumstances you are provided with this very day: this house you live in, this family you find yourself in, this job you have been and the weather conditions that prevail at the ...moment."

- Philip Yancey

Keys

image by bua

Snug under my comforter at 6.30 am,
I refused to heed my Pirates of the Caribbean overture alarm.
To think I agreed to go hiking with such enthusiasm last night... absurd!

Gazing far into the horizon,
a shy tint of orange peeked out,
colouring its surrounding companions in slender mauve.
Good morning, sunshine.

I returned the frog's bulge-eyed stare with a smile,
tapped droplets of morning dew off variant shaped leaves,
and admire the quiet strength of entwined roots,
holding the ground which I happily plod along.

"Heyyyy! those are the thingys Tarzan swings on in cartoons!"

Okay, so I'm easily amused,
but I just can't help to notice and love,
the splendid details of nature,
birthing a paean of praise within me,
for its Creator.

Aspen

image by jeff luker

Shellacked smiles encroaches me, as I stare deep into those hollow eyes. How do people go on, living like that?Isn't there a cry for reality, for truth, for relationships that are real, raw even? Draining saps with pulsating roots, the core - a constant tension, an unquestioned struggle - between good and evil, divine and earth, male and female, life and death...

Everything looks right, too right..
whilst a jarring discrepancy lurks,
waiting...watching...
for the right, ripe moment.
To pounce.

You are the new and living way,
Not i, but You.

It Burns.

Words burn within the soul,
sometimes a muffled whisper,
a deafening silence,
a long forgotten dream...

Creeping to be heard,
fighting to be spoken,
yearning to be written,
shuffling to be read...

in a restless, broken world.

Oh those searing words - deadly.
those hopeful words - timely.

The power of words,
burns.

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Read it here, on a receipt :)
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Lair

Life in a bubble,
coddled and fondled,
petrified when you tumble.

Hobble and wobble,
what's a risk w'thout
a bruise from a lil' stumble?

But oh, the simple joy of mud on your face,
and autumn leaves entangled in your hair.

Reach depths,
that you might reach heights.

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Written whilst waiting for an event to start at our horrendous Malaysian timing.