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spectres
i walk away, but i'm haunted by the ghost of the same initials. this incarnation will soon take flight, never to return? -
haiku on styles of worship and revelation
if i reach point A in silence, and you through speech, both means are equal. -
haiku on recurrence
i sit with legs crossed. questions rise and answers fall in the cold silence. Note: Second line adopted from Richard's MSN nickname. -
inspired by the book
husband and wife too battle over politics left, right and centre. "the question i have for you: will you struggle with me too?" -
rumination
Will you love the ‘you’ you hide If I but call your name? Will you quell the fear inside And never be the same? I hide, confounded, unsure of how to act. Is that reality creeping up? Afraid to turn, I run. Run I may, b… -
"your anger is a gift"
free at last, i thought bound no more to emotion. though that still seems true, does it make me less human? not if I love Him, not you. -
pectus tabula rasa
it's almost strange how for the first time in ages my heart's a blank slate. not free from all attachment but, by will, approaching it. -
a place for our common life
Come, the fire's roasting in the heath Let's sing songs that we know all too well Jam till the night reaches its zenith Our music drifting towards the sea. Come, the cards are on the table Let's play games learned from … -
the pebble
I threw a pebble into the sea. It sailed through the air briefly, Landing in the water with a familiar sound. As it sank, it took with it something A part of me now lost to the depths. For its essence I had transferred… -
the creak of a half-open door?
amidst the closed doors new possibilities call "come, try to enter!" as i struggle with this choice o Lord, may i hear your voice.
silentsoliloquy
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- Name: Soo Tian
- Birthday: 5/5/1987
- Gender: Male
- Member Since: 1/15/2004
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spectres
i walk away, but i'm haunted by the ghost of the s... -
haiku on styles of worship and revelation
if i reach point A in silence, and you through spe... -
haiku on recurrence
i sit with legs crossed. questions rise and answer...
