Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Ps 90:12
mid-journey
early mornings
unresolved questions
long for closure
post-op
a brain transplant
carrion fowl
feed on exhaust
grace in season
heat of day
springs in the desert
shade of night
parched paths
dustbowls
longing for
a drop
faith stretched
hope kindled
love remains
walking on
ruminates JM at 6:48 PM
α εστιν σκια των μελλοντων,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.
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
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