Pedo Mellon a Minno: Flower

Ivy, July 2005. Used with Permission

If I were just an ordinary flower,
Somewhere in the corner of this world,
I would rather be picked up to die in Your admiration,
And be in Your hands and mind always,
Than to sway in the wind
And have never come to know You at all.

Future Perfect

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

α εστιν σκια των μελλοντων,
το δε σωμα του χριστου
These are a shadow
of the things that were to come;
the reality, however,
is found in Christ.
Colossians II.17

This is an ongoing journal resource recording the raves and rants of a living paradox: a malaysian born in singapore living in australia, an ACSian from RJ, an ethnic chinese having problems with mandarin, an engineer trained as a physicist who just wants to be a musician, sleeps in the day and works at night, where to live is Christ and dying is gain. When not in the lab, he can be found ambling through the outback, or jamming in some secluded corner of the island with friends. Research interests include musical acoustics, judaica, inner asia and christian philosophy. The author enjoys aching sunsets and good friends over a cup of darjeeling anytime.

Pedo Mellon a Minno

Friday, July 08, 2005

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