Saturday, October 6, 2012

Waiting for Salvation




Dear Friend,
I pray that God gives you
The courage to endure your pain
For you may not be able to stand by yourself
But His promise is eternal and certain
More certain than the rising sun
More eternal than forever

The horror we see,
May He turn it into faith
That kills every fear in our hearts
For this world, like our lives
Is fragile and temporary
But His Kingdom is the truth
Which is the source of everlasting life

Don’t weep
For there’s nothing to be wept
If only you could see
Beyond your earthly eyes and flesh
How gracefully strong and beautiful
Are the hands that hold us
The hands where our names are carved in
The hands that will take us home
At the end of the journey

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Zero is for Money



Think I will try to write some kind of a diary here. Been a long time since I did that. So here’s an interesting event (if u can call it an event) that happened to me no longer than 3 weeks ago. It’s a reflection actually, that I’d like to share with anyone who wants to know.
There’s this Primadoa fellowship in my office which holds a service every Thursday afternoon. They call many great preachers to speak in the services, each of which I don’t want to miss.
So anyway, in one service, the sermon given was about success. What is the REAL success in the eyes of God? The preacher – who looked remarkably young when I greeted him at the entrance but then I realised that he wasn’t once he stepped up to the podium – quoted a verse from Proverbs 23:4 (Don't wear yourself out trying to get rich. Be wise enough to know when to quit.)
Being a mediocre catholic, I admit that I seldom read the bible. Bible verses are accessed only at mass, as for the rest of the week; the ‘other not so holy’ verses flood my mind. I found myself fascinated by the verse, knowing that such sayings exist in the Holy Scripture. Wow. I said amen to all the preacher said about what success should be in Christians’ lives. 100% agree. I felt as if a fire burned inside my heart. Once again I got my self an affirmation. That it’s not at all about money. There is nothing to envy others for how much they earn. And that I shouldn’t be worried about the constant figure that printed on my bank account statement every month. The figure is NOTHING! It’s what you give to God that matters. It’s how we live our vocations, how we relate intimately with Him, how we go to places He wants us to be. Go there first, and the money will indeed follow. Not for us to be rich, but for us to bless others, cause basically God is the owner of every penny in the world. He has the right to allocate them as He pleases. Bottom line, I had a great joy after the sermon.
And exactly 2 weeks after that, I received my first assessment. Somehow, not deliberately I had a chance to find out someone’s salary. And guess what, I was broken. I have never imagined that she earns that much! Gosh! All this time I thought I earn more than she does. I felt so upset, felt like I have been deceived big time. She was so good at pretending and complaining to be flat broke most of the times, treating others as if they are more fortunate than she is. I was down and began to condemn the company where I work, accusing them guilty for not appreciating me. So much for the fire that burned my heart 2 weeks before.
Only after a day or two, I finally managed to resolve my disappointment. Through my silent prayer, I was reminded of the preacher’s sermon. Once again I recalled the verses, the spirit, the never changing truth, and the lives given to Him totally. Thus I felt like someone really slapped me in the face. Maybe if Simon Peter was present that time, he would have told me, ‘Join the club honey. Been there before.’
What I’m trying to tell here is, beware and keep our prayers at all time, for we must nurture the words of God, not only in our hearts but also in out daily lives, in practices. We are so fragile; we seldom know when the test comes. Therefore we must always relate to Him, let Him guard every feeling and emotion we encounter so we won’t do things outside His will.


The Sightings





I feel sick and excited
Another glimpse just passed my nightmare
Pieces by pieces they revolt
A horror that tortures my nights

She appears again this time
Won’t let me have my peace
With her torn bleeding soul
With the death necklace rounds her gullet

Another pill is lost in a bubble
I try to kill the pain within my head
I wait a while
And kill my ghosts for a start...

And then I see her, one last time
Hair soft like silk beside the coral sea
That’s when I close my eyes
And free my nights.

Nebetta





Goodnight sleepyhead
Sweet dreams and sleep tight
The night’s getting darker
The night’s getting older

Hush, don’t speak no more
Don’t be awaken no more
Let the arms of the invisible
Take you to places
You’ve never been before

Fly away across the universe
Meet your prince of imagination
Drop by at the valley of kings
Spot the treasure of a hundred curses

Tear up a linen dress
And prepare for a party
Of wine and bread
Of crowd and conviviality
Dance from the first tile to the last
Get drunk and be wild
Throwing up ‘till sunlight
O what a wonderful delight.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Obsessed



I gotta forget you…
Coz  I can’t bear thinking of you
You remind me
Of dozens of places
I may never travel
Of heaps of paths
I may never cross
And of hundreds of possibilities
I may never become

You’ve torn my peace
Into pieces…
You’ve awaken the monster inside
That makes me forget
The why-s and the therefore-s
That makes me once again
Feel lost and forsaken

I just had to let you go
Coz sometimes,
The pain of having none
Is nothing compared to
The pain of not having what I desire.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Unsympathetic

Sayang,
Jangan kau matikan lagu cinta itu
Biarkan ia membahana
Mengisi relung-relung hatiku yang kadang lesu
Biarkan ia menggelitik jantungku
Yang berdesir-desir ditiup angin gairah

Aku suka lagu itu sayang,
Jangan kau usir biduan itu
Jangan kau muramkan hariku
Kuingin mendengarnya berdendang
Merasakan jiwaku menari
Mengiringi jutaan nada
Yang berkasihan di pantai melodi

Patah hatimu bukan patah hatiku sayang,
Jangan kau sebar bisa beracunmu
Mencemari langitku yang biru
Jangan kau bunuh puisi cintaku
Yang kau benci sepenuh hati
Karena kasihmu yang tak sampai

Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Blue Tunes

Feeling blue...
While listening to those tunes
Each of which carries me
To the core of my consciousness
To the edge of my passion
To the very bottom of my heart

I sense you...
Lingering very near to me
Ah... Just as usual
You take my breathe away

It’s always you...
Who ever really save me
Who mesmerize me
Who inspire me
From nothing to everything

And you’re there
In the core of my consciousness
In the edge of my passion
In the very bottom of my heart

Now and Then

Now and then, the weather just feels so gloomy and cold
And the old song just keeps on playing in my head, reminding me of the past memories that I miss so much
Sometimes, the sadness is nearly unbearable, with every step I make
under the rain that pours down heavily from the sky…
Was restless thinking of the stories I need to carve in my blank life
Was desperate of curiosity,
of hundreds of promises not yet to come
Was eager to leave, to grab the glittering freedom,
to experience all the colors

Every now and then…

Now that I’ve taste all the colors
Falling in and out of my freedom
The fire of the past stings me sometimes
And that’s why I’ll take my pen
And write the sorrows away…

Wake Up Call

Liat berita di TV pagi-pagi, lagi-lagi kasus anak bunuh ibunya. Satan is working hard indeed. And they talked about mental health. Peopl...