Farewell

When it is time to say goodbye,
we will walk our separate ways.
Yesterdays are past, and we shall move on.
But those memories we have,
will be kept as treasures in our hearts.

It is never easy to say goodbye,
for the time spent together are precious.
If only we realized this sooner.
You, you, you and you,
all the yous out there will be remembered.

Age will come and snatch our youth,
but they shall not erase our memories together.
Time will come and rob our days,
but they shall not remove the remembrance we had as friends.

One day,
when we meet on the streets,
please greet me as your friend,
not a stranger,
not a foe.
But a friend,
who shared those memories,
together.

Farewell, is never easy, never simple.
But it is essential,
as a proper way to say,
'Goodbye'.

-A proper farewell to SE201

Porcupine

I am a porcupine,
and I look just fine.

I am small,
and not very tall,
I look adorable from afar,
but I am as black as a tar.

Sometimes humans come too close,
and I will put a pose.
To terrify them away,
so I will be safely okay.

If you come near me,
I might flee.
My quills are nasty,
and they are clumsy.

My hobby is to sleep,
no, wait, it is to eat.
I love anything green,
and looks keen.

-By a porcupine that I know who writes

White Noise

"White noise is a good masking agent." - 2003, Princeton University.

At times, we close our ears to the cries of the people around us.
We rather clog our ears, and turn the other way than to offer them a hand.
We seal our hearing, and neglect their hurts.

As times passes, those cries turn into white noise.
A noise that is there but has been masked.
Masked by our heart that has turn stone-cold.
Masked by our intellectual reasoning, that these hurting souls are yet another scheme.

What matters is not the reason why they need us.
What matters today, is this.
Will we lay down our lives for theirs?
Do we have what it takes to sacrifice our lives for theirs?

If you were to die for someone, will you die for an enemy?
It is unthinkable, unexpected, and unaccepted by many.
But Christ has died for us, His life for ours.
All humankind, rejected Him, denied Him, betrayed Him,
Yet, He came, He persevere, He sacrifice, He offer, He Love,
He died for you and I.
For we are His passion, that are worth dying for.

His blood for ours.

Think about it-

Would anyone die for an enemy?

A paradox in the realms of Love

Is Love a paradox?

Love heals ; Love hurts,

Love starts; Love ends,

Love provides; Love takes,

Love reveals; Love hides

Love, is meant to be given, to be received, to be shared,

Love, is to reflect, to renew, to recharge, to reform,

Love, is when we put others before us.

The best definition of love is

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. -1 Corinthians 13:4

Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. –John 14:13

But the greatest love is this:

When He give His only begotten Son, to die on the cross for you and I who are underserving, unrepentant, sinful and selfish.

Love is God, and God is love. The origin of Love is traced back to God. Love is everywhere, if only we can see what Love sees.

Inspired by Jaeson Ma's Love http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73kZ6wBoqTk

What are you living for?

What are we living for?

Some live for fame,
Some exist for fortune,
Some breath honor,
Some sacrifice to make a name.

Most defend themselves saying, 'I live for my dreams'
Many support their cause saying, 'I live for my love ones'
Few say "I live for the Glory'

Glory, a word seem so foreign and distant.
Yet,
It is a word that is with us, within us, if you look carefully.

Glory,
is found in the nature, in our conscience,
We are beings made for eternity.

Choose to live for the right cause,
for Glory,
for The One, who made eternity exist in our soul.

Inspired by Jaeson Ma's Glory http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGGLL5T9AOM&feature=related

Some are waiting

In the absence of Mr.G, many began to show their true colors.

Some lied, some cheated, some stole, some killed, some fornicated, some abused, some raped, some molested, some deceived, some slandered...

They have forgotten the existence of Mr.G. The one who is in charge of everything. In fact, Mr.G was not absent nor was he asleep or resting.

Mr.G is waiting. Waiting for the right moment to say a word; a right time to act on the profanities of 'some'; the right space to appear; the right generation to return.

As for the other 'some' who are and still waiting patiently, Mr.G remembers them. Mr.G take note of what they are doing while waiting. Are they waiting passively? Are they waiting actively? What are their involvements with the 'some'? Are they friends? Are they colleagues? Are they families? What are their roles in their lives?

All these are taken into consideration when Mr.G returns. He left all with a command. He left all who are waiting for him with authority. To love Him, to love all.

He left yet He remains. He is absent yet he is present. To some He is nothing yet He is everything. To those who are waiting, wait not in vain, wait not in passiveness. Wait with action, wait with expectation. Wait and be rewarded.

Broken yet whole

There is a type of art found in broken things. The defects, the imperfections and the mess it seems to be in makes it an art. An art that is indescribably beautiful, that makes one wonder, how could a broken piece of waste transform into an art?

Broken pieces of lives around us.

Broken people who are hurting, and in pain. The deep wounds that have scared their heart s emotionally permanently. All humanity is in pain and in agony.

The silent unseen loneliness, the dark thoughts hanging above men’s minds, the still tears that fall unceasingly, the sting of rejection, the grave mistakes. The list is infinite.

It starts with us. Our thinking. Every existence of our being is exposed to the dangerous rays of the mind. Everything begins in our mind. The map we draw, the story we write, starts from our mind.

Nonetheless, brokenness is inevitable. It is a phase in life, one of the stages one goes through. A chance to grow, an opportunity to develop.

Through brokenness, humble we become.

Pride shall leave through the cracks in our brokenness.

Pain will depart and say its farewell till we meet again.

And,

A new beginning begun to be spun.

A new chapter in life for you to strive,

A new anticipation you’ve been waiting in patience,

A new reconciliation with your past,

A new peace,

A new you.