Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Ps 90:12
I need a top-up,
feel the wind back in the sails,
fire burning in the bones.
Save me from vapid and insipid mereness,
as if the point is to arrive safely at death.
Miserere nobis,
Dona nobis pacem.
ruminates JM at 5:16 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
1 comment:
"Pacem meam do vobis ...
non turbetur cor vestrum neque formidet"
If the point of life is to follow the imprints of an untamed lion,
then the one thing to be rescued from is the fearful heart,
that is drowned by rain,
that keeps burgeoning furled,
lest the one thing required is death.
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