Along the way,
Not everyone will stay
The path may blur
But the destination is sure.
The pace may slow down,
But you’re never left alone.
Rain or shine,
You said joy is mine.
Even the darkest pit
Brightens when you’re in it.
Your promises, Lord
Is my hope and my guide.
What if the world is full of chocolate?
Well, everyone must celebrate!
What if the world is full of banana pie?
Will we really be satisfied?
I once asked God, why aren’t this world,
Filled with all kinds of comfort food.
He replied, “I didn’t because I love you!
Darling, comfort isn’t all you need.”
Well, that wasn’t I expected.
“There’s more to that” he continued,
“You need strength that comes from above.
You need to grow and mature, grow in love!”
Why do we run after those things,
Those habits that are temporal and perishing?
When we can drink from the Fountain of Life
That never runs out, never runs dry.
What do you do when your system is awake but you need to sleep because you need to rush to an outing at 6 o’clock in the morning? Write.
I used to stay outside my grandma’s store,
Listening to the coconut trees as if they’re whispering,
Staring at the tiny billion stars as if showing something,
Sitting beside my friends who walked all the way here,
Even they could see the same scene at home.
Why does it feel good to talk at this time?
To talk about life, it’s greatest pain and joy.
Why is it easier to talk some serious things?
Matters that seemed to be as deep as the ocean.
You could drown in the violent waves of emotion!
Yes, you might. Or had been drowned.
Maybe it’s because of the moon!
He might have pulled you with gravity.
Wind, who pushed you gently off the shore.
Relax, you might have overreact.
Beneficial or fatal, you might want to be cautious!
Instead of testing the waters, why not talk to the Trusted.
Stop the gossiping or the getting-to-know-you gaming.
Shake off that overthinking and over-worrying,
But hand it over to God. Talk to Him.
It’s as easy as pie!
No mathematical formula needed.
You don’t need to fear the raging ocean.
Cause at one command He can calm that storm!
He loves you, listens to you and answers.
Patiently waiting and preparing.
Assured that right time will come.
Not a magical fairy tale nor a fantasy.
Cinderella need not to run when it’s midnight.
All kinds of Prince Charmings roam around but
Kings know who’s the best and who’s the beast, trust Him.
Everything will fall to its place, darling, if you will just wait.
This is my first ever blackout poetry!
“Blackout poetry” is poetry made by redacting the words in a text with a permanent marker, leaving behind only a few choice words to make a poem. (source: newspaperblackout.com)