This section features memories mostly from my childhood memories in the countryside and the recent past.
[This is a write up of my sermon in my dream. The text is based on the acrostic poem of Lamentations] It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young. Lamentations 3:27 One must carry their own yoke. Our yoke, in other words, is the burden of life we carried … Read more
Listening to the silence; I want to hear from you. As the raindrop touch me, My face may feel your love. Just as the leaves dances, May we dance in the breeze. The silence teaches your voice; I’m empty being without you. Just a human prone to fail; A man unable to see through The … Read more
Don’t wait for me there Posing elegantly on the bridge This boy’s too young for it He’s young for a fantasy land I can see you waiting for me ^^ Don’t take him with you To get lost in the wild woods The smooth grasslands of yours I know you want me with you In … Read more
There is a small swampland adjoining the hilly neighborhood, which hosted a swarm of fireflies as darkness began to take over the daylight. A swampland is an uncultivated, low-lying with marsh or bog covered by uncut grasses not very far from our house. In the countryside, it is not an uncommon sight in the midst … Read more
