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Family salvation

I saw his face,

hands, feet and wings.

First like Mary,

and afraid like the other Mary.

Recognising his soon leaving;

my fear.

God’s vessel that delivers God’s will here

in complete obedience and discipline

Till the end

never missing his scheduled steps

Everything as the Lord commands.

He never left us,

that present apportioned to each.

For he is constantly seeked,

constantly referred to and constantly remembered too.

Physically undefined

but in human understanding none can deny.

God’s vessel that delivers God’s will till

the end you’ll see it appears like lightning

Time; our guardian,

back in his snow like clothing.

“It is a human’s revelation!

The concept of a human mind!”

Blasphemy! What atrocious audacity!

You may predict the harvest ripe

And expect the changing tides

But don’t forget the one behind

It is our gift given

From Sovereignty up above

To each apportioned

Every season as Solomon’s depiction

From ‘in the beginning...

To be with all. Amen.’

And even now

The control has never left His hand.

Our portion I agree

Since Amazing Grace knows what’s best

Our limit I accept

Since my last breath would bring me back

Our moments I embrace

Regardless of joy or pain,

they’re still preciously had.

My fear is but not for me

Since I know God and God knows me

Those tears trail the angel’s tail

My grands yet following heaven’s rail

And but for them

The time would come

Still

Sooner too soon

Even later is becoming too soon...

Can’t I cut up faith in ways

To spread coverings for those unsaved?

“No,” negotiation denied.

Some; Saved by grace when they receive

Some; Saved by faith when they be and lived

Some; The unfortunate of free will’s tragedy

Doomed indeed.

But God, some’s ticking is still on going.

With the way ahead and kingdom at hand

How can one close the gap?

In rushing I blamed your slowness

In urgency I developed doubts

In desperation I burst in anger

In crying over the broken

Then I began to pray;

Lord, remember mercy.

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Without grace

And while you rushed to demonstrate your strength, you exposed your insecurity.

And while busying yourself being offended, you trampled on respect and honour.

And while riding high on prideful triumph, you conveniently pretended that the human struggle doesn’t exist. The struggle to find the right words at times, or the right thoughts at times, or the right delivery of discourse at times. And all those which are ever in the process of being self-disciplined, what should be personal and private were already dragged out into the light of shame prematurely.

We are all work in progress. Not all good people are good from their birth. We are all trying. And without grace, true strength that is under control, one day, we might just stop trying.

Petty. Pity.

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Once

I had the power to fly

Through stories but they said

‘You are just escaping reality’

And how

I wished I lived

Within the pages and not stuck

Between the lines

I'll see magic with

My very own eyes

And now

No longer could I fly

Because

The poison has spread deep down

And now the stories

Hold poison

How

They taught literature not easy

Into life bringing poison so

Complex

There’s

Too many things to change in

Reality

The price is the

Simple of the mind

Deep down

All agendas are

Hidden and the

Shadows are often

Neglected and forgotten

Now

With closed eyes

I can see the world in

Pain

And how

Can I lend my

Shoulder to share this

Burden and so

I shared my water

And my laughter

And hoped

Perhaps

They can see more beauty

In this world that is

Broken and wash

At the

Well of

Abundance

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Just

Holding it together

Is a girl called

Strong

Even when no one knows

But her

And the predator

‘There’s no need

To make it bigger than it is

Or worry

Others along with me’

So I’ll

Rather keep it in

But I know there’s a

Strength of a different kind

To aspire more

Women to the open

‘We are strong

To fight our own battles and

Win

In complete victory’

It’s not

Easy

But believe

Half of the world is our backing

At least and keep

Your sisters safe from

The hand of the creep

So sing

The terrors in the light

They will flee

So bright like the sun as the

Love comes in

And watch

The wounds heal properly

It’s okay

Whichever the way

Just know

That you are strong indeed

Girl

You are strong

Indeed

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Desk bound

Seating down on my hinge

Request piled within the hour

Buried under five, and six, and seven and eight

Phone cords are my shackles.

Losing the excel

With crossed eyed attention

From late afternoon lunch

Minutes of five, and six, and seven and eight

There's no time for a fancy coffee drip

But a 3-in-1 would do the trick.

Watch it clocked to five, to six, to seven and eight

Running a complete round and over

Watch the calendars changed five, and six, and seven and eight

Years rush by, it's over.

Even the doctor explained with a picture

Should I understand though I can't solve the pain

Pointing down from C five, C six, C seven and eight

Counting drops from five, and six, and seven and eight

This drip to vein

A new shackle.

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Identity

With words I described how the clouds move.

With words I described how the rain falls.

Observance over sovereign,

I am my own narrator because.

Stories start with mine,

Sentences start with 'I',

The world witnessed through these eyes

Fixedly set before this mind.

Differences intended

To strongly remain one of a kind.

Unique spun through diva stunts,

A bland personality would not take the chance.

I am my own protagonist because.

Basking in the glorious goodness

Also the same spot shadow appears.

The sound of a second voice

Secrets stirring inside.

Think I wouldn't recognised?

That snare and snicker

Side tripping joy for mine and others.

The ugly within, cursing behind an empty smile hanged,

The human nature disguising the familiar sin hated.

Then finding, a lesser fear in physical foes

Than my stubborn unbelief and pride.

That time I forgot I am the light,

I am my own antagonist because.

Filling up as well

The round and flat characters.

Varied references through different eyes

Varied importance through different times

I am a support,

An agent of growth,

A visitor, a judge, a witness, a grudge

A friend, a foe, a dispute, a peace

Appease!

In tact I try to be

This I know, I am not my own.

A mere link in network galactic

Intertwined as a story of one

His story!

Time of quietness in a formless night

I am alone yet I am not alone,

I am my own yet I am not my own.

Because it's your identity echoed,

"I am who I am"

Submission to sovereign

Seeking will of author ultimate.

Just (His justice)

Right (His righteousness)

In love (in His love)

I am a servant, a child,

In His name I'm found

A heir, a co-heir,

On earth as it is up there.

I am a testimony of love, of grace, of mercy and peace

Promised by my creator

Fulfilled, fulfilling, will be fulfilled

In Christ.

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What's up What's down

I saw it clearly, danger, from the corner of my eye. But they played their invisibility when the focus is just getting ready. Their sly wit smelt the trap before the cheese is placed. And proof they go, hiding their trails, easily camouflaged under the world's shifting face.

It's possible, though, to pull their rat's tail from within the mind's eye. By keeping one's standard to what's in the light, what's in the right. Any other smartness cannot overcome the pure burning holiness. And perish they shall, remained the purified, such is a heavenly warfare led by legions of the sky's.

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A Friend to Friend

"Can I help you with this?"

Begins a stirring of guilt self inflict

"No need, no need"

Because adding bother – a grave sin

"Can I help you with that?"

Deflecting serving acts by instinct

"Really, no need"

Automated response – the right thing

"How can I help then?"

Not a mere polite trait

Reflects the extra miles within

Already taken – already given

The self made high walls –

'I shall serve and not be served'

Put up distance by a wave of hand

Build barriers against a Friend.

Takes special grace to curb false humility

Giving others the serving opportunity

Burst your own soap fortress when you agree

With a sigh, a smile

And a thanks.

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Retracted tears and swallowed sobs.

Indistinguished cause, what are you?

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A yawn, and a yawn, and another yawn, dreams do not come easy.

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A sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze, followed by a sneeze, I could be falling sick, or, can’t I dream that you are, possibly, thinking about me?

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There are times where I made myself laugh, excessively, and the laughter wouldn't stop, and, eventually, ended with me, buried, in embarrassment.

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To Pee

Deep breaths, eyes tight, with the time ticking ever so slowly, will I never find a moment, right now, to excuse myself?

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Meanwhile, taking, only, a moment to focus on work, the baby became an adult.

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And so I asked the third time, thinking, perhaps, that you did not understand my question, but it was me, actually, not understanding your answer.

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Yellow

by Jovey E. Huang It is a strike of lightning. No, not the violent purple veins But the wonders of dawn. No, not the feisty angry flames But the magic within the stars. A guide orchestrating the sky, Radiating beauty vanquished the infinite dim. It is the corns in the fields. No, not those unbirthed from their leafy wombs But the delicious ghee. No, not the pale churned milk But the fragrance from a golden shower tree. In the tropical land, Marshalling the pursuit of a snow-like dream. It is the rawest unpolished gold. No, not that ditto fakes of a fool's stone But the wake-up smack of ginger. No, not that hue elaborated braids But the soft fickle of the night candle. Emitting light and warmth, For that yellow girl with her little sunshine beam.

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Skyside Down in the Lukewarm Waters

by Jovey E. Huang When the ocean starts turning colours And the sky starts sinking vessels, Won’t kites drown with that monochrome blue rainbow? When princesses start courting princes And little lambs start scaring grisly wolves, Would the bombs explode into a fireworks show? When the winds stop blowing And the stars stop blinking, Would rain be exchanged with flame instead? When man stops thinking And woman stops loving, Would there still be life ahead? When sand becomes salt And swamps become crops, Would greed be able to salvage this world? When one plus one becomes three And all problems become free, Had not liberty condone the lawless worms? When your next door neighbour ends their judgement And the rule over earth ends at self-destruction, Would dust hold any more importance? When you realised that the world is not always right And you would lose yourself without a worthy fight, Are you sure you don't know the significance?