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read between the lines
escapism decided to continue on another post. cos i got another creative "thing" coming up. it's the poem below. i was sitting down, at one of those coffee houses where i seem to frequent addictively these days, jus collecting my thoughts as usual, thinking about things, talking to God (silently though.....sigh i wish there was a public place where i cud talk aloud to God! i feel so stifled not saying it out!) and trying to sort things out.....n i came up with this. nothing much, but hey, it's not like i was trying to perfect my work here when i was scribbling this down...it jus came to mind.[another one] coffee, coffee what do i see a spoon with my face staring back up at me. a face etched with worries, a bowl full of regrets the froth of bubbled dreams or possibly the defence i put up to coat the bitter taste. my soul waits persistent, insistent, reluctant to leave this place to go home and face the return of this bleak world. this place under the soft lights and the comforting atmosphere is a temporary haven a sanctuary for You a short solace from the dark and dreary world outside. i know You can hear me but can i hear You? fyi, i had taken the spoon out of the glass and had licked it clean n plonked it onto one of their serviettes on the table. so that's why it was staring back up at me. n also, today i finally found the part in the bible i was looking for, the one i said that totally voiced out my feeling for wanting to escape from here. i was pretty glad i found it again. "I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!"
I would fly away and be at rest -- I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm." -- PSALM 55: 6-8 ...."Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall." -- Psalm 55: 22
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