tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108641532024-03-24T01:44:34.467+08:00Momoko's BlabsSometimes I feel like writing and telling the whole world what I think about life, love and God... so I decided to have this space for that. It is also a space to share my poems that I have written in the past. Do let me know if you like them... just don't tell me if you hate them.momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-82973975761588061572020-11-12T14:13:00.000+08:002020-11-12T14:13:50.645+08:00Poem: Post Valentine's Day 2013<p dir="ltr">Sweet night has fallen<br>
This day is over<br>
Another cupid's arrow<br>
Has gone awry<br>
For me, it's plain to see<br>
I don't feel bad for me<br>
I only miss the whispers<br>
Of the one whose heart <br>
Beats for me. <br>
For that, only God knows<br>
For He carries my sorrows</p>
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I forgot I am running ahead<br>
I realise you have not caught up<br>
I thought I am in your world<br>
But it was a farce </p>
<p dir="ltr">In my hurry<br>
I thought I've been with you for ages<br>
I found I have only just known you<br>
I believed we are together <br>
But it was already the end</p>
<p dir="ltr">In my hurry <br>
I wanted you to be my one and only<br>
I felt time is my enemy<br>
I trusted this feeling of love<br>
But you were gone from me</p>
<p dir="ltr">In my hurry<br>
I need to know this truth<br>
I cannot control how you feel<br>
I can only take one step towards you<br>
But you chose to walk away</p>
<p dir="ltr">So I do not hurry<br>
I have learnt to be still<br>
I want the chase too<br>
I feel I am important<br>
So <u>baby</u>, I am not waiting any more. </p>
<p dir="ltr">by <br>
momoko69<br>
31.7.2019</p>
momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-13059420109886799472019-06-01T08:22:00.001+08:002019-07-24T12:54:41.343+08:00Poem: In The Raw<p dir="ltr">Every movement came from <br>
An inspired breath<br>
Every word was an experience<br>
From the worlds we live </p>
<p dir="ltr">I came to see<br>
The raw inspirations<br>
I received a reminder to be<br>
Present for the moment</p>
<p dir="ltr">The raw thoughts and feelings<br>
Shaped into presentations <br>
The audience laughed and smirked<br>
At the idiocy and flamboyance</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yet deep inside we know<br>
We saw ourselves embedded<br>
They protrayed the parts of us<br>
Where we daren't speak of </p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to be in the raw<br>
Bared naked within<br>
To remember what once was<br>
To <u>become</u> the one who is </p>
<p dir="ltr">by momoko69<br>
17.5.19</p>
momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-25486299875046874612019-05-31T09:42:00.001+08:002019-06-01T08:21:20.073+08:00Poem: Go Slow<p dir="ltr">Go slow because you need it.<br>
Look before you jump.<br>
When you don't, you rush<br>
The process and not see<br>
The truth.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Go slow because you wish to<br>
Take time to breathe<br>
When you forget, you get <br>
The greatest anxiety and find<br>
The chaos.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Go slow because you learn to<br>
Observe the subconscious <br>
When you go with the flow, <br>
You take one step at a time and rediscover<br>
The plan. </p>
<p dir="ltr">By momoko69<br>
31.5.2019<br>
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momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-72492366698193832952015-11-20T01:54:00.001+08:002015-11-20T02:04:49.989+08:00Poem: From Beginning to End<p dir="ltr">It began with a memory.<br>
It became a thought.<br>
I took the time.<br>
I wrote the letter.<br>
You answered with glee.<br>
You agreed to meet.<br>
The date was decided.<br>
The time was fixed. <br>
With much anticipation.<br>
With great expectation.<br>
After so many years...<br>
After much searching...<br>
What a let down!<br>
What a different kind of ending.<br>
The truth is you had forgotten. </p>
<p dir="ltr">By<br>
momoko69 <br>
29.11.2014</p>
<p dir="ltr">Note: I never heard from him again. I didn't want to write to him any more. He doesn't believe in this friendship. I guess some things will always be more important.</p>
momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-61742201703280271482015-11-20T01:52:00.001+08:002015-11-20T02:05:02.176+08:00Poem: In the secret place<p dir="ltr">Do you know...<br>
Why we cry<br>
In the valley<br>
Deep within<br>
A yearning<br>
To know and be loved</p>
<p dir="ltr">Do you remember<br>
The secret place<br>
Where stillness lives<br>
The forgotten core <br>
Of your being <br>
Seeking Him</p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't you know<br>
That's what's missing<br>
The burning sensation<br>
Caused by Him<br>
Who loves you most<br>
The secret dweller</p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't you forget<br>
Who you are<br>
In His eyes<br>
You are beloved<br>
Transforming daily<br>
With His love</p>
<p dir="ltr">By momoko69<br>
30.11.2014</p>
momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-73139083871538421162015-11-20T01:50:00.001+08:002015-11-20T02:05:21.579+08:00Poem: REMINDER NOTES FOR HER <p dir="ltr"><br>
Remind me before I slowly go mad<br>
How much I love the blue sky<br>
Its fluffy clouds and frivolous dreams<br>
Where once I knew my existence </p>
<p dir="ltr">Remind me before I slowly grow deaf<br>
How much I care for your affirmations<br>
Your caring words and hugs<br>
Could have been my main source of strength </p>
<p dir="ltr">Remind me before I slowly become blind <br>
How worthless your acts of service <br>
When all you do <br>
Is break down the very bond that held us together</p>
<p dir="ltr">Remind me before my soul completely dies<br>
How you have become so dead<br>
To my inner cries <br>
When the time comes for you to go<br>
Forgive me if I cannot cry any more. </p>
<p dir="ltr">By <br>
momoko69 <br>
26.8.2015</p>
momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-19948987137215181262015-11-20T01:47:00.001+08:002015-11-20T02:05:33.013+08:00Poem: For The Last Time <p dir="ltr">I want to remind myself...<br>
This is worth my time <br>
I do it for old time's sake<br>
Perhaps we have forgotten<br>
What it was like in the old days</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to remember<br>
The hours we spent laughing<br>
Making it work for the last time<br>
Taking this as my gift to you<br>
Believing that it is enough</p>
<p dir="ltr">I hope you get this<br>
I don't need to say anything <br>
I just want to say goodbye<br>
As long as you know<br>
It will never be the same again</p>
<p dir="ltr">By momoko69<br>
21.9.2015</p>
<p dir="ltr">Note: <br>
Perhaps he will never know that I have said goodbye to the past that is tied to our friendship. The new beginning now is simply one of acquaintance. I like it when I cannot remember his number by memory now. Perhaps that is a sign.</p>
momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-38761018885226335352015-11-20T01:41:00.001+08:002015-11-20T02:05:49.768+08:00Poem: Farewell My Beloved <p dir="ltr">As you move farther away<br>
I am standing still<br>
As I say goodbye to you<br>
You have begun a new journey</p>
<p dir="ltr">Perhaps it's me <br>
Who refuses to let you go<br>
It is you who taught me<br>
To love is to give</p>
<p dir="ltr">Setting you free <br>
Is allowing me the space <br>
To breathe again <br>
Giving time a chance</p>
<p dir="ltr">As I move away from <br>
The pain of losing you<br>
I regain the strength <br>
To love again. </p>
<p dir="ltr">By momoko69<br>
16.11.2015</p>
momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-44650718953189159762015-11-11T03:26:00.001+08:002015-11-20T02:06:03.156+08:00Poem: When Serendipity Begins...<p dir="ltr">When I least expected it<br>
He appeared before me<br>
Perhaps it was I who<br>
Sensed his aura<br>
His wit and humour <br>
Took me by surprise </p>
<p dir="ltr">Ask not how I knew<br>
For it was within my soul<br>
That I just felt like we <br>
Have known each other<br>
Since time began </p>
<p dir="ltr">We spoke about life<br>
We forgot about time <br>
How I wished this moment <br>
Would be frozen<br>
Holding it simply for me </p>
<p dir="ltr">Today I must depart<br>
Time is not my enemy<br>
Distance became it<br>
Tucked in a tiny corner <br>
Is my memory of you<br>
Forever held in a whisper</p>
<p dir="ltr">The butterfly is alone<br>
Once again in stillness <br>
She wonders if you remember <br>
The light in her eyes <br>
Only time will tell </p>
<p dir="ltr">By <br>
momoko69<br>
2.11.2015</p>
momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-72514087995156813442013-08-29T12:58:00.001+08:002013-08-30T00:28:58.103+08:00Poem: In step with you<p dir="ltr">He walks<br>
She walks<br>
In silence<br>
They move</p>
<p dir="ltr">She shares<br>
He listens<br>
In contemplation<br>
They ponder</p>
<p dir="ltr">She shouts<br>
He retreats<br>
In frustration<br>
They compromise</p>
<p dir="ltr">He wonders<br>
She reflects<br>
In retrospection<br>
They explore</p>
<p dir="ltr">He talks<br>
She listens<br>
In stillness<br>
They comprehend</p>
<p dir="ltr">By momoko69<br>
29.8.2013<br>
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The little boat wondered,<br>
"When will it be my turn? "<br>
So many ships have come,<br>
Yet none were willing to take her on.</p>
<p dir=ltr>As the gusty winds blow,<br>
The little boat bobbed along.<br>
A little wave rolled up,<br>
"What are you waiting for?".<br>
The question seemed poignant.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Swaying from side to side,<br>
The little boat hesitated,<br>
"Am I ready to face the world?"<br>
What about the storms and tidal waves?<br>
The little wave smiled.</p>
<p dir=ltr>"These answers are in your heart!"<br>
With much courage<br>
The little boat sailed towards the open waters<br>
A little voice echoed from afar<br>
"You will never know if you never try"</p>
<p dir=ltr>By momoko69<br>
28.8.2013</p>
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Her eyes searched for a familiar face<br>
All she could see was her own reflection<br>
Against the glass windows of the train<br>
She wondered if she was a fragment<br>
Of her own imagination<br>
Her heart slowed down<br>
Till her breaths became shallow.<br>
The ticking of a clock<br>
Quickened in hollow echoes<br>
The unbearable loudness <br>
Of her solitude brought <br>
A rude awakening <br>
To her otherwise peaceful soul</p>
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<p dir=ltr>Over the next few years, he proved me wrong. When Ginger died on Christmas Eve, he came and sat with me. When Max died so tragically, he came again and sat with me. Maybe I took awhile to like this streetwise fella, but he was one smart cat. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Who got 4 not so handsome firefighters climbing up the roof of the sheltered walkway? Trouble! Who opened the fridge in the middle of night to steal the anchovies? Trouble! Who found a way to escape by jumping out of my window to get to the corridoors? Trouble! Who got his claws stuck under the fridge one day and whined till he was helped? TROUBLE with a capital T. </p>
<p dir=ltr>You grew weaker and weaker in the last 6 months but you never gave up living! You were tenacious right up to your very last breath. I am so proud of you, my dear friend because you are a true warrior. When the life was drained from you, I saw a beautiful heave of relief from your lips. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Thank you for keeping my mom company in the years when I was away in Perth. Thank you for listening to me cry when I lost the two young ones. Thank you for allowing me to walk with you for the last part of your journey. I am honoured to be one of your nurses to clean when you messed up and to be your undertaker to embalm you. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Perhaps right now, you are playing with Max and Ginger... meeting new friends like Lucky and Milkyboy. Wherever you are, I know you and I are linked forever. I live to continue to tell a tale... When Trouble came... he lived an adventurous life and left a legacy of courage and tenacity for life! </p>
<p dir=ltr>Thank you, God for taking my suggestion of bringing Trouble home in time for the great celebration of Singapore's 48th birthday! </p>
<p dir=ltr>Remembering a dear friend...</p>
<p dir=ltr>by momoko69 <br>
8.8.2013 </p>
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When you were young<br>
Your world was white<br>
A canvas that was filled<br>
With colourful fantasies<br>
Till your eyes got clouded<br>
With the storms that threatened<br>
To colour your world black</p>
<p dir="ltr">Child, did you know<br>
That when you got older<br>
Everything in your world<br>
Was a grey mass<br>
What was real in there<br>
Became more and more<br>
Unclear and unknown<br>
In the years to come</p>
<p dir="ltr">Child, did you understand<br>
About the responsibilities<br>
That you will carry all your life<br>
That will make you grow up <br>
Too quickly in a few breaths<br>
Before you can say "stop"<br>
You got locked in your state<br>
Of feeling sorry for yourself</p>
<p dir="ltr">Child, did you figure out <br>
By then how many winding roads<br>
You had to walk so<br>
That you could finally find<br>
Your way home to your beloved<br>
Never in your wildest dreams<br>
Would you have imagine<br>
The life that you have lived</p>
<p dir="ltr">By momoko69<br>
21.03.2013 </p>
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I thought our friendship <br>
Was a river flowing strong<br>
Now it trickles... it trickles! </p>
<p dir=ltr>Perhaps I was deluded<br>
I actually believed my time<br>
Was fruitfully invested<br>
Now it hurts... it hurts!</p>
<p dir=ltr>Maybe I was too naive<br>
You were merely there<br>
To chat about your issues<br>
So enlightened... now enlightened! </p>
<p dir=ltr>Maybe I am jaded<br>
You've sailed out and <br>
To bury the hole you left<br>
So drained... now drained</p>
<p dir=ltr>by momoko69<br>
4.2.2013</p>
momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-38083927605551647502012-12-24T10:03:00.001+08:002012-12-26T07:58:42.958+08:00When loneliness comes to visit...<p dir=ltr>A recent chat with my friend awakened me...<br>
To the universality of the loneliness we experienced within. </p>
<p dir=ltr>A yearning to talk to someone.<br>
A hope to connect with a loved one.<br>
A wish to spend time over a simple meal.<br>
A connection without the need for words.<br>
A foreign place, with a newborn and no family around.<br>
A desire to be seen, literally.</p>
<p dir=ltr>We spoke in the midst of a caphony of sounds.<br>
We talked about what makes us feel lonely.<br>
We resonated to each other's stories and experiences.<br>
We shared about our ways of coping.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Though we didn't really solve the root of the problem...<br>
We found strength to carry on another day. <br>
We found catharsis in stating the truth of our situation.<br>
We also acknowledged that it is difficult for anything to change in our current social environment if we don't step out of our comfort zone. </p>
<p dir=ltr>God showed me that I am not alone... <br>
That there are others who share my sentiments despite their marital statuses. <br>
So much is left unsaid so we feel so alone in our individual worlds.<br>
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By momoko69<br>
25.15.2012</p>
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Relationships also need good timing. Some people are not ready for relationships and yet they jump from one unhappy relationship to another. Some wait and wait and they wonder if they miss the timing altogether. <br>
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What is it like to wait patiently for someone? Let me try to describe it: <br>
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It's like waiting at a platform where the train schedule is always unpredictable. It's sitting there knowing that the train will come eventually but not knowing which is the day and time. So each day, you walk to the station hoping that today is the day that you will be just in time for the train. <br>
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Some days, you walk to the station and you realise it's not coming today because its broken down along the way. On those days, you cry a little for the potential of what it means if it had made it to the station where you are. <br>
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Some say it is so tiring to wait for a train that is unpredictable. You are all packed and ready to go but you stand there wondering if you would ever make the trip on the train which is supposed to come. All that waiting may be for nothing. And yet, the dreamer in us will always be hopeful. <br>
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On some days, the train arrives but it is so full of passengers that you just can't get on it. No matter how many times you beg the train master to let you on the train, he will always say, "Sorry, maybe not this time!". You know it's so close and yet it is just bad timing. <br>
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On certain days, the train may have been sitting there for a while and yet you are unsure if you want to get in. The train looks dirty and full of garbage. It needs an overall clean up after being used and abused by the passengers who took the last ride. The timing is just not right. It needs loving care to be restored to its original glory. <br>
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So the timing must be right. It means the waiting time is part and parcel of the deal. Many of us are not inclined to wait. For we are afraid to lose all that we have and afraid that we may not get what we want if the train that comes along disappoints us terribly. <br>
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So I propose we take this on a different level. Instead of waiting for the train indefinitely, we take the initiative to know what we want in a ride. We identify what is important to us to ensure that we don't waste time on frivolous rides. So that the next time a train pulls into a station, we can see clearly if this is the right timing to hop onto this train and take the ride of our lives. <br>
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By momoko69<br>
12.11.2012<br>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixymzcDGrvX47ejuqh_9CF8tJNnGnbmfUQGvbvvV2fTMHevL6CsDEmWjXGI0ZYB1E2B8doLDK9Oc0fYmSWsTzO5qtmI18HsziR9I9jzBugVtX0VVbpyOxRzKG1jjhQZsmFd3qDNw/s640/blogger-image--178451706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixymzcDGrvX47ejuqh_9CF8tJNnGnbmfUQGvbvvV2fTMHevL6CsDEmWjXGI0ZYB1E2B8doLDK9Oc0fYmSWsTzO5qtmI18HsziR9I9jzBugVtX0VVbpyOxRzKG1jjhQZsmFd3qDNw/s640/blogger-image--178451706.jpg"></a></div>momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-58917239210175055282012-09-19T14:11:00.001+08:002012-11-12T13:56:19.292+08:00Thought of the Day: What defines you does not define meWhat defines you? <br />
<br />
Is it your house?<br />
Is it your job?<br />
Is it your best of friends?<br />
Is it the way you live?<br />
Is it the philosophy you follow?<br />
Is it the principles you hold?<br />
Is it your car?<br />
Is it your paper qualifications?<br />
Is it your children's school?<br />
Is it your sense of social justice?<br />
<br />
What defines me?<br />
<br />
Is it my music?<br />
Is it my words?<br />
Is it my work?<br />
Is it my passport?<br />
Is it my passion in the arts?<br />
Is it my prayer life? <br />
Is it my pride?<br />
Is it my precious friendships?<br />
Is it my heartfelt stories?<br />
Is it my love for cats? <br />
<br />
What defines you may not necessarily define me...<br />
I want to be defined by my identity in Christ alone! <br />
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by momoko69<br />
(30.10.2012)<br />
momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-70970761488876324952012-09-10T00:30:00.002+08:002012-09-10T00:49:08.776+08:00Short Story: The Heart of the SpiritPerhaps this is a time in her life that Ariana has never experienced before. She wondered if this is the right thing to do. Her mom had warned her that some things are better left unsaid or undone. But she felt this was important. She could not let it go. Her heart was determined to do it. So as she walked to the church across the street, all she could think about was she was told to be there at the right time. <br />
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As she stepped into the serene atmosphere of the church compound, she wondered why she was to be there at 3am in the morning. It was quite different from the usual church atmosphere of cheery laughter and joyful fellowship every Sunday. As she walked around the compound, she sensed that it was not time as yet. <br />
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Suddenly she heard a rustle in the nearby bushes, she was startled. "Anyone there?" she asked. No one answered. But she saw a shadow moved across the dark bushes surrounding the church. "I am not afraid of you, you just come out!". The rustling stopped as a voice surfaced from the darkness. "Can you help me?" the voice sounded like a young man. <br />
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He stepped out of the bushes. Under the dim streetlights, Ariana could just make out the young man to be of average height, with short tussled hair and boyish looks. He looked pretty tired from the red bloodshot eyes. Ariana was not afraid of this man at all. She felt the Holy Spirit prompting her to talk to him. "Why... are you.... here?" she asked hesistantly. <br />
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He sat down on the floor next to her and tried to tie his shoelaces that were undone. "I don't know... I felt led to this place. From afar, I saw the shining blue cross and I just knew I had to come here." She listened as he had a faraway look in his eyes. "I am quite lost... I don't have any money... no job... no friends. I am not sure why I am talking to you. Right now, I don't know if God is listening to me, but I sure hope He is because I am desperate.". Ariana did not know why, but her heart seemed to brim with sadness. She knew that there was something about his story or the way he related it that make her sad. She felt sad not because she pitied him but because God is revealing a part of His heart to her about him. She felt God saying to her that this man had travelled a long way in search of a home. To this day, this man has yet to find a place to call his home. <br />
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A soft voice started to sing... the melody was unfamiliar yet haunting. The voice filled the air as the melody floated around the young man. The young man closed his eyes as he felt the music penetrating his heart. He listened quietly and the voice kept going. This was not a song with lyrics, it was a song that came from the heart, a song that spoke to him about his disappointments in life and his inability to move out of the vicious cycle. It was singing to him and it was like God speaking to his heart. The melody went on with incomprehensible words but it seemed more uplifting. It seemed to come to a place of peace, joy and love. The song began to sing about those qualities into his heart and slowly, he felt lighter as if his burdens were lifted up. He felt God's soft gentle embrace circling his body. He felt a release of his own misery and emotions. He felt God saying, "Come home, my son!" At that point in time, he knew who he was and where his home was. <br />
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The melody faded away. Ariana looked up with tears brimming from her eyes. She didn't know how long she had been singing but she knew she could not stop it. She knew it was a strange but lovely moment. She just knew she was born to sing it and yet she did not know how or why.<br />
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The young man stood up as he smiled at Ariana. "Thank you, you don't know how much that means to me?" Suddenly it occured to him to ask her for her name, "What's your name, young lady?". "It's Ariana." she said without a hesitation. "Do you know the meaning of your name?" asked the man whose countenance looked much better now under the street light. "It means.. sacred song." And in that moment, she finally understood why her mom named her so and this was what she heard when she was in her mother's womb. <br />
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by momoko69<br />
(10.9.2012)momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-5524517400623102382012-07-31T04:00:00.000+08:002015-11-20T02:06:55.471+08:00Story: The Parable of The SeedOnce a upon a time,<br />
There was a crack.<br />
In that crack laid a seed.<br />
The seed was left behind<br />
By a sudden gush of wind. <br />
<br />
Frozen in its state,<br />
Abandoned to the elements.<br />
For it had been for some time,<br />
The seed was asleep<br />
In its state of existence.<br />
<br />
One morning the seed woke up <br />
In a drunken stupor.<br />
It went silent and sullen.<br />
The seed was hurt <br />
Beyond recognition.<br />
<br />
"Who am I?" <br />
"How did I end up here?"<br />
Unwilling to seek help<br />
The seed just laid there<br />
Refusing to dream.<br />
<br />
Silently the drops fell<br />
From the heavens.<br />
Like silvery tears, <br />
The One who knows<br />
Has heard its cries.<br />
<br />
Perhaps it took a long while,<br />
For the seed to understand <br />
Its purpose in this world.<br />
For the One who heals<br />
Has begun its transformation.<br />
<br />
On a fine day,<br />
The seed felt different.<br />
It woke up to discover <br />
The One who creates<br />
Had changed its state.<br />
<br />
It had grown overnight!<br />
Pushing through the ground,<br />
The seed has gotten out<br />
From its comfortable crack<br />
To the ground above.<br />
<br />
Much to its astonishment,<br />
There was no more fear.<br />
The seed could stretch<br />
With its newfound confidence,<br />
Branching out in its glory.<br />
<br />
Then the One who loves<br />
Brought the morning light.<br />
The seed felt protected <br />
As the warm rays <br />
Gave it abundant nourishment.<br />
<br />
Then the One who breathes<br />
Spoke for the first time,<br />
"Little seed... You have done well!"<br />
"For without your brokenness<br />
There was nothing I can do!".<br />
<br />
Then the seed remembered<br />
How it got there,<br />
What broke its spirit.<br />
Seeing its transformation,<br />
It understood the greater plan!<br />
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By momoko69<br />
31.7.2012<br />
<br />
This is written for you who won't do much now. I am believing that one day, you will be like this seed, allowing your old self to be transformed by the One who knows, heals, creates, loves and breathes. I know He will do it if you let Him! Choose to live, my dearest friend! <br />
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All things remain <br>
In its own orbit<br>
In His time<br>
Everything has<br>
Its own place<br>
<br>
Standing in her space<br>
Not moving at all<br>
Tis a good thing <br>
He watches over her<br>
In silence, in spirit<br>
Time stands still<br>
<br>
She prays, she waits<br>
Under the crimson cover<br>
She stands, she counts<br>
Each second turns to hours<br>
Patiently and surely<br>
Her faith reminds her<br>
<br>
He breathes, He moves<br>
Under the clear blue sky<br>
He yearns, He speaks<br>
Each word turns into flesh <br>
Gently... so clearly<br>
His life rejuvenates her<br>
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by momoko69<br>
(23.7.2012)<br>
<div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana;"></div><div align="left" style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>This song "Still" by Hillsong United taught me how to wait patiently and trust that God moves at the right timing. This picture I found on the internet reminded me so much about where I am now. So as I hum this song, I wrote this poem. I know now that I move because He moves. No longer will I lament about the what, when, how, why and who in all my circumstances... Whenever I am in doubt, I will look at this picture. </em></span></div><div align="left" style="font-family: verdana;"><br>
</div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Hide me now<br>
Under Your wings<br>
Cover me<br>
Within Your mighty hand<br>
<br>
When the oceans rise and thunders roar<br>
I will soar with You above the storm<br>
Father you are King over the flood<br>
I will be still and know You are God</em></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Find rest my soul<br>
In Christ alone<br>
Know His power<br>
In quietness and trust<br>
<br>
When the oceans rise and thunders roar<br>
I will soar with You above the storm<br>
Father You are king over the flood<br>
I will be still and know You are God</em></span></div><br>
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</div>momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-26833812449057420942012-07-16T23:44:00.002+08:002015-11-20T02:07:16.793+08:00Poem: A Pebble At A TimeShe watches as he walks along the road<br />
His back seems hunched from the weight<br />
Of his burdens he has been carrying <br />
For so long, he walks alone...<br />
For once, he takes a break...<br />
<br />
She walks a little distance behind him<br />
His eyes focus only on what's ahead<br />
Of his aspirations he has been dreaming<br />
For some time now, he strives on...<br />
For some moments, he doubts if he can do it<br />
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She picks up a pebble along the way<br />
He walks up to a quiet stream<br />
Where his heart rests and his mind sleeps<br />
In that moment, she slips into his hands<br />
A tiny momento... a heartfelt prayer uttered<br />
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She hopes each pebble gives him strength <br />
He hopes to slow down the sands of time<br />
When there will be dancing and singing<br />
In moments of great rejoicing<br />
A pebble tower sits... it's where her heart resides.<br />
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by momoko69<br />
(16.7.2012)<br />
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momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-52292379991239668392012-07-15T19:50:00.000+08:002015-11-20T02:10:52.407+08:00Poem: The Song Of A Reluctant Healer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Of a Saviour who refused to fight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Who am I to you, my Lord?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">That you would want from me…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I have pittance to offer you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Haven’t I paid the fee?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I crumble silently under the weight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Of invisible tears and broken parts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Where do I begin… how do I start? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">To heal these once shattered hearts…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Once again I have been stumped<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">By frail human limitations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Humbly and reverently I wait…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "CAC Futura Casual"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">For subtle divine intercessions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">(written by momoko69, 28/11/2001)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">For years after being burnt
out at church, I refuse to accept my true calling to be God's healing hands. To
reach out to his people meant that I have to be less of Anne and more of Christ.
I didn’t want to give… I felt spent and all used up. Most of all, I didn’t
think I was good enough to be made an instrument of God. Unworthy and
unappreciated… almost sucked dry whenever I give. So I thought this was a good
thing… self preservation! But little did I realise I'd missed
the point completely. It is to lean on the knowledge and strength of our Lord. It is to
depend wholly unto Him who gives us wisdom and understanding to bring peace and
healing to people who have yet to know him. Thank God, for the Helper who gives
insights into my feeble mind. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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</div>momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10864153.post-33660516044959392722012-07-06T17:14:00.000+08:002020-11-12T14:20:43.971+08:00Song: Everything is fine!Tessa says quietly to herself<br>Everything's okay, everything is fine.<br>
I don't need anybody's help.<br>
I don't like what I see in the mirror, <br>
But I won't let you see it.<br>
Yet deep down, she knows...<br>
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John works late and misses his meals,<br>Everything's okay, everything is fine,<br>
I don't need anybody's pity.<br>
I don't know where I am going in my career.<br>
But I won't let my family see my frowns<br>
Yet deep down, he knows...<br>
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Chorus:<br>
Are we all crumbling? Are we alive?<br>Where's the truth behind these lies?<br>
We strive so hard to hide<br>
What's deep inside of our hearts <br>
Can you see me? Can you feel me?<br>
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Lisa walks to the nearest clinic<br>Everything's okay, everything is fine<br>
I don't need any more testing<br>
I don't know if I will be well again<br>
But I won't let them feel sorry for me<br>
Yet deep down, she knows...<br>
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They hear the insults.. oh the pain<br>Everything's okay, everything is fine.<br>
They don't need your words to break their bones<br>
They will take each beating as they come<br>
But they won't let anyone see them cry<br>
Yet deep down, they know...<br>
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Refrain:<br>
Can you hear them calling? Can you hear them cry?<br>
Where's the truth behind these lies<br>
We strive so hard to be alive<br>
Believing one day at a time<br>
I can see you... I can feel you!<br>
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by momoko69<br>
(6.7.2012)<br>
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<em>Penned these words down because there are people who go through these days. Although I have no melody to go with this song, I just wanted to write the lyrics out. The heaviness of these lives gave me inspiration to write this song. </em>momoko69http://www.blogger.com/profile/08499726506650732030noreply@blogger.com0