It is hard when someone promise you so much yet deny the fulfilment of that promise.
Disappointment can sap a person.
You can do only so much and still so much. When the giving stops, the grace stops.
I would never want to stop the grace, but yet in that grace when it is only a direction that is one way, how long could the giving without the disappointment cripples you.
It has been more than a year.
I hvae kept a melody. When I hear again this tune, how much more would the weight of expectancy again cause a crashing reminder.
We are after all nothing.
It is almost time. And its time I call time.
Done so much but it amounts to really nothing.
The weight of expectacy. Alas is only still a weight of expectancy.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Blind spots
I wonder why. But its really not easy to keep forgiving and not feel any tinge of disappointment. Vague as I might write but I guess how long this patience may last. Sigh...
Forgave and keep forgiving. Tough lesson.
Hope I can by His grace keep forgiving....
Forgave and keep forgiving. Tough lesson.
Hope I can by His grace keep forgiving....
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Memory melody
As I hear the melody of a song that I have written over a year, it is the memories of the yesteryear that flashes by.
We can't hold the past, neither we can know the future. But whatever that endears us is a memory that is so dear.
A melody with no words, yet it has inscriptions beyond words.
I wrote this song for purpose. An endering purpose.
A song with words yet without.
Perhaps the best melody I have thought of simply because it was the best memories I had.
We can't hold the past, neither we can know the future. But whatever that endears us is a memory that is so dear.
A melody with no words, yet it has inscriptions beyond words.
I wrote this song for purpose. An endering purpose.
A song with words yet without.
Perhaps the best melody I have thought of simply because it was the best memories I had.
Monday, August 2, 2010
A Letter
Why do I sleep late sometimes and sometimes early. Tonight, I watch a show, titled "letters to God". Moving. Very much so.
Yet looking and reflecting the live that I lived, I guess there are now more regrets. Things not said but hope.
Some things would never be spoken. But letters to God, yeah they find its way to Him.
I wish I could simply say what I want to everyone. Sometimes hold back just because I don't want people to be hurt. To remain protected. Relationships etc..u name it.
But with God, everything I want to say can be a letter to Him.
Yet looking and reflecting the live that I lived, I guess there are now more regrets. Things not said but hope.
Some things would never be spoken. But letters to God, yeah they find its way to Him.
I wish I could simply say what I want to everyone. Sometimes hold back just because I don't want people to be hurt. To remain protected. Relationships etc..u name it.
But with God, everything I want to say can be a letter to Him.
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