today

I awoke at 8
I tossed at 8.15
I fussed at 8.30
I agonized at 8.45
I cursed at 9
And so the day began ...

A windy day
A sleepy day
A restless day
A disgruntled day

What good will come out of today?
Babbling of some sort?
About the past and the future?
About the present to anyone who would hear?

Of a celebration, Love is inviting
Of a River, warmth is refreshing
Of a good Book, peace is silencing
Of a discipline, freedom is compelling
Of a life, uncertainty is assuring
Of a Crown, grace is carrying

Just sharing, of all sorts
About the past and the future
About the present to only one who would hear
Oh, what good has come out of today

A sunny day
A wakening day
A contented day
A blessed day
And so the day begins ...

js
Singapore, November 30th, 2007

pure in heart

Blessed are the pure in heart,
Not through merit of our own,
But have surrendered to Christ
Utterly, all our evils ... and our virtues.

This purity is not passive, pretty or pristine,
Why, it consumes all of heart, soul and mind,
Desperately, dangerously, risking greatly,
Till the only name humanity knows is 'fanatic'.
And that is true, without rival,
Our love will not be divided.

So in our intense longing,
Will You not give us eyes to see,
The sight to perceive You and Your ways,
That once we have truly seen,
All other things no longer compel or satisfy.

Matt. 5: 8

sč
Singapore, November 16th, 2007

lover

Why do I love you?
May I measure the ways ...

Not for what you do for me,
Though it's more than I ask,
Not for what you make of me,
Though in you I am becoming,
Not for where you lead me,
Though the peaks and depths bring a gasp,
Not for what you can give,
Though your sacrifice gives me life.

Not because you are beautiful beyond measure,
Not because you are faultless and just,
For this is not something to grasped rationally.

No, I love you because you are mine,
And I am yours.

sč
KL, November 8th, 2007