Door

Did you know,

between you and I, there is a door?

When I opened it, you were looking away.

So I closed it and waited for you.

But when you finally turn away to come open it,

I had already left.

Did you know,

between you and I, there is a wall?

Listless

I lift not my head to breathe air,

budge not my arms to gain wisdom,

move not my feet to hold knowledge.

When will God cease to amaze me?

Window View

All these people walking outside my window,

do they know where they are going?

To their rooms, to class, to lunch.

Give me five minutes,

I will join them when I have changed.

Please don't look outside the window,

it's already shameful enough.

The dream ended,

 

the fantasy broken,

 

even my phone shattered.

 

Everything is too symbolic, too conspicuous.

 

Down the stretch I missed every shot my teammates trusted me to take and made mistakes that I've never made in my entire life.

 

For a long time I thought we were one inch short, so I spent the whole year getting that one inch.  But it turns out we were one foot away, and all the efforts looked diminished.

 

I realize now how much I needed my teammates to bail me out when I struggled during those championship runs in high school.

 

Jesus told us there would be no miracles for this wicked generation, I tried to perform one anyway, and I was struck down.

Final Destination

Did I put up thousands of shots just to go o for five?

Did I reduce the longevity of my knees just to be an inch short of a rebound?

Did I give everything to get first just to settle for second, again?

No.

But when the shot goes up, only the grace of God will allow it to fall through the net.

It will be a struggle, a struggle for victory, something that was never meant to be for man

標記

如假如真，

這是美麗的標記。

Bed

When we are young, we kiss away in the twin bed.

A little older, we need a queen size to put our baby in the middle between us.

And a little older, when our children leave, a king size is in placed to keep our wrinkled skin off each other, so that we may feel comfortable.

In the end, nothing but space between us.

What God chose to unite, man will to separate.  But the pity of God will permeate between us when we arise to heaven so that we don't have to go shop for another bed.

Natal

I wish I could remember my infancy,

the time when I babbled out ma and pa,

and they would pamper me with love and I would endear them with my immaturity.

Maybe all we need to be intimate is

to speak a different language.