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Today is our present (poem)

Today Is Our Present

Yesterday is over

But today is here

Tomorrow is a maybe

But today is here

We underestimate the power of today

Wasting it on the could have beens

Living like we are destiny-controlling gods

When we are but—dust

Today is our present

The God-given miracle

Make our year a series of 365 individual well-lived todays.

A poem about living in the present
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Everybody hurts sometimes (poem)

Everybody
Every soul
Every man
Every woman
Hurts.

Concealed with shiny cars
Make-up
Beer
Wine
Food
Position
Anger
Entertainment
Busyness
Silence.

Everybody hurts, a poem
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Let me move far far away (poem)

Let me move far far away
Away from this pool of bitterness
Away from these injustices
Away from these hurts
Away from this pain

Let me move far far away
Where I can be free
Where I am me

This place does not exist
It’s not real
It’s not on earth
It’s a dream

It exists only when God becomes bigger than me
It exists only when love is bigger than the hurts

But at this point, I’m just down on my knees with hurts and bitter-talk slashing my heart. Anger turned inward.

Let me move far far away from these.

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Fade away, pain (poem)

Fade away, pain

It’s Chinese New Year,
A first without mum,
Didn’t know that it’ll be that weird,
To celebrate and laugh while my heart still hurts.

I’ve been thinking of her,
Her roaring laughter still ringing in my ears,
I can see her pottering in the kitchen,
Dishing out my favourite dishes that she knows I love.
These I have no more,
And it’s the heartache that’s left to endure.
Oh, how we boast about our future,
When nothing on earth is secure.

I keep my eyes on Jesus,
When all is too much to bear,
Lay my weary head on Him,
To Him, I try to cast my cares.

I know mum is in heaven,
A place she can call home for eternity,
No more awful earthly suffering,
For this, I’m thankful for His mercy.

But to this, I am but a human,
Of flesh and blood, I’m made,
And till I return to dust and back to Him,
I guess this hurts and pain will never really fade away?

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If I knew this would be the last (poem)

Wrote this poem of regrets while grieving the loss of my mum.

If I knew this would be the last

If I knew this would be…

The last time I can kiss you

The last time I can smell your hair

The last time I can hear you say, love, love you

The last time you can smile

The last time you can laugh

The last time we can walk hand-in-hand along the seaside

The last time you can call my phone

I would have said everything I need to say to you when you still can respond to me

“If I knew this would be the last”…

is a terrible thing to say;

a terrible feeling to have.

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Respirator (poem)

I wrote this during one difficult night, praying for sleep to come, as I need to drive a four hours journey back to my hometown to see my mum who’s suffering from cancer.

I felt like I’m on a respirator. And it’s keeping me alive with precious oxygen. I can hear my breathing.

Respirator, poem. I wrote this during one difficult night, praying for sleep to come

Respirator

As I lay on my bed trying to sleep,
watching the clock ticking by,
I realised that its getting harder and harder,
to quiet the cries I have inside.

Knowing that I can lose my mom at any time,
with many things that I’ve yet to do for her,
cuts me with despair.
As I lay defeated;
a fish gasping for air.

An image of myself down on the ground I see,
the only thing helping me to breathe,
is The Word of God,
the Holy Spirit,
my Father,
my Lord,
my Jesus—the Holy Trinity.

He is the respirator coursing through my veins
keeping my spirits alive
in a steady hum
and with assuring beats,
breathing life into me.

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I thank You, Father (poem)

This is my first poem. Never thought I’m a person who would write a poem, but there you go. Inspired by the love for God.

I thank You, Father

As I lay on my bed
I think of days passed by
And I thank you, Lord
For Your guidance on how to live my life

Grace, kindness, love
And joy in my heart
This You impart

Shrewd as a serpent
Innocent as a dove
What a concept!
That only can come from the heavens above!

Allow me to be your humble servant
Show me the way
To use your gifts to me
And serve others in Your glorious ways.

I thank you, Father
For it could only be You
Who can change my heart
And let me live my life anew.

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