poetry of reflection

f"Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict
sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor,
the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record
mechanically." - Jean Cocteau (1889-1963) French Writer, Filmmaker,
Artist

i wonder sometimes how i would fare with written communication, had i not known poetry… it is so bold and yet so gentle. all words have meaning but only to the discerned mind.

for the release of the heart and of the mind…

brought down for a reason,
living still and very much kicking,
what is there for this very season,
while the wounds still fresh still a-licking?

knowing the purpose makes it seem easier
yet i fear my Almighty God who knows
much rather see me stumble and falter
till every weakness has been exposed.

changed lifestyle so they say is all about doin the right thing
the thoughts, response and actions should be just right
what is much hidden from "they" is that this is an everyday thing
not just when the others are in sight.

am still learning how to cope with myself, with my Van
to show the people around me that i am strong
then i realise i keep trying to prove i can
when i have been leaning on Him all along.

true, my friends have been with me all this time
thankfully too, else who would wipe my tears
yet the bigger picture is of the One Sublime
who let it all happened then brought me through and calmed the fears.

so this Easter, remember not the bunnies and eggs all coloured and sweet
and don’t even thank God for the holidays (if you have one)
‘cos there is a reason if your life is hell and you look all beat
and you know, deep down, God’s not done.

so many thing in my life is yet to be through
and many obstacles i have yet endured thus
the real deal is not what, but Who
will lead me, and guide me through when life seems bust.

someone once said, i live a blessed life, tis true
about what i know, it is far more than many others would know
for days that my mood hit the sky oh-so-blue
and other days, when i face my foe.

meaningless, meaningless, the Teacher exclaimed,
everything in life is meaningless
he definitely makes sense to the audience it’s aimed
except to know the Saviour, then would truly be blessed.

happy easter to all… rather resurrection sunday. (cos we celebrate the risen Jesus, not the easterish things… :P)

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