November 28, 2005
More Than Now
"Please...?"
"And for the last time, no! No ticket, no ride! Now get along, I've got things to do." The train conductor shooed the young boy away and carried on checking the tickets of the other commutors. The train terminal was busy as ever with people walking here, there and everywhere.
The boy was vexed. This is crazy, he thought to himself, how on earth are you supposed to get hold of tickets only God gave out? He really wanted to be on that Train bound for Heaven, but he didn't have a ticket. It just wasn't his time to go home yet.
He walked dejectedly out of the station and sat down on the sidewalk. The boy let his thoughts wander a bit as he soaked in the cool night air. The streets were busy as ever with people walking here, there and everywhere.
Alright, while I'm hanging around here waiting...
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November 07, 2005
I've Always Had Wings
There was once a little bird that could not really fly. She had a kinked feather in her wing and could not balance herself in the sky. When the wind blew up, she went down. When the wind blew down, she went up. If the wind blew strange, she sometimes wound up flying upside down! North or south, east or west, the poor little bird tried her best, but she simply could not keep up with the rest.
One day, her friend flew alongside her and chirped, "Let me help you."
"Go away! You don't understand what it feels like to be me. One day I'll learn to fly like everyone else, just you wait and see." The little bird snapped back and flew away, or at least she tried to anyway. Each day she would spend some time perched on a tree to try and pull out her bent feather with her beak, but she just could not reach it.
"Come on, let me try," her friend would chirp as she landed next to her.
"Go away! I'll get by," the little bird took off with tears in her eyes. She spent the entire summer avoiding everyone, missing all that playful fun in the sun.
Soon the trees grew yellow and the flock had to migrate. Winter was coming and they could ill afford to be late. They knew that the little bird was too slow, but what could they do? She refused all help from her friends and had long stopped listening to them too.
One night her friend had enough of it, and so while the little bird was sleeping, her friend came upon her creeping and plucked the kinked feather out of her wing.
"OUCH!!!" the little bird woke up screaming in pain.
Her friend dropped the feather and chirped, "Wait! Let me explain!"
"Why, you!!!!" With a loud, high pitched shriek, the little bird lunged forward and starting chasing her friend around the tree. Up and down, left and right, she almost actually caught her friend, but yet not quite. Give her some time more. She's already almost getting every twist and turn about just right.
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I am the personification of "Everything's gonna be alrite =)"
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November 01, 2005
Lightless
The other half, the missing piece,
I do not know where she is.
Is this the way things are to be,
Or is it just simply me?
Has it really been so long since,
I finally got your hint.
How can it be, is this the way?
Where is my own "Come what may"?
Questions simply condense to this:
I can't see beyond what is.
Or is this it, no other way?
One endless, dark, rainy day.
***
My other half, the wishing piece,
Always knows where she now is
Things were never meant to be
I wish I were never me.
Has it really been forever
Since I last met and spoke with her?
When she turned my night to day
When she would beside me stay?
Wishes simply end with this
I can't see beyond what is
My lifeline of hope began to fray
One endless night that ended the day.
My other half, the broken piece
I do not know why I am His
Why did this ever have to be
That I should know He died for me
Has it really been so long
Since I first sang to You my first love song
When I thought things would forever be ok
When I could rejoice for this was the day.
Answers simply explode when I say this
I can't see beyond what is
Can this still be it? This Only Way?
One ended, dark and rainy day.
In Him complete, the reigning peace
In Him I'm found, I am now His
This, the way things were meant to be
When in Him I can simply be
Has it really been accomplished?
Since the day You said, "It is Finished?"
Finally, the end of the Narrow Way
Finally, the dawn of the Glorious Day
Faith finally comes simply to this
I can't see beyond what is
For I am now, still jar of clay
One day I'll see... one Unending Day.
stanzas after *** by Gabriel Koh *genius*
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