Like a babe grasping father's fingers,
An infant watching falling water,
A child at dragons and knights,
Or the lowlander at mountain's peak.
Like the norsemen's yearly sunrise,
Or first Man's first love,
Like the waiter pouring water and finding wine,
Or the right-minded fisherman finding left-minded fish,
Like the fatherless son finding a home,
Only to see it had pursued him all along.
You arrest my attention,
Dropping my jaw with wonder.
Quieten my excuses,
Enveloping my questions,
And making me Your captive.
sč
Singapore, October 24th, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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