#417 On That Poor Child

I think about him, now, sometimes
That poor, lost, lonely, saddened child
Clinging onto those broken rhymes
His life uncertain, desperate, wild

But wild, too, were his little dreams
To seek Success, and through that, Love
And now he knows, beyond what seems
Love comes when he trusts Him, Above.

#410 On Chainsaws

Even crazed chainsaw men
Would give up limb and life
To honour loved ones when
All’s at stake amidst strife
We throw the dice at Fate
To seek Salvation’s gate.

On The Budding Grove

Every Gilberte or Albértine
Who makes her way into our heart
At that one moment in our Life
Is a witness to who we were
And who we could become
And who we eventually come to be.

On My Finitude, Brimming with You

My finitude brims with infinite You
The meaning of my daily joys and hurts
When Life can blur the lines of what is true
The Truth of you becalms me and engirts
   Amidst these unremitting, violent days
   Within your heart my heart, enraptured, stays. 

Tentang Ketemuan

Siapa sangka dari sejuta
Insan yang ada di bumi
Kita harus ketemu jua
Dua jiwa, hati terpatri.

Dari awal engkau ragui
Apa erti hidup bersama
Syak wasangka kita lunturi
Yakin hati berjalin cinta

Apa maksud hidup berliku
Sunyi jiwa terpadam kini
Shair hidup memuji kamu
Redup hati damai abadi.