In Silence

The night breaks the humble mind

for the silence wakes its thinking.

A cacophony of thoughts rumble

hard knock, sentimental, distracting.

For the words exude myriad ideas

of the heart, of mind boggling.

Delivers feast of a life of present

concludes gladness or deceiving.

Though the theme evokes a concoction

serves right filled with meanings.

Baffle, stir, the word I truly speak

in silence, my presence, unwavering.

Count Not

December's air awakens
a show of snowy scene.
Way above flowers, hidden
bountiful leaves evergreen.

The growth above high
semblance of magnificence.
Tiny buds, vivify
continual florescence.

Days roll by in silence
changes visibly seen
Sight and taste, indulgence
fruits rich and green.










But what of beauty array
then sadness befall.
When young fruit displays
droop, weaken, and fall.

We begin to dream
what of stunningly bright.
Then challenged, downstream,
darkness loom, not light.

Dread the failures yet
we often fail to see.
The hanging yield left
will grow, continue to be.










Hope perish not
this is a certainty.
There's growth, not rot
and accept reality.

Scattered fruits thereupon
like dreams, not all will fail.
Count not what was gone
live life, blaze a trail.

Having Much of Nothing

As I grow older, the chances of doing new things and accepting challenges are taken with precautions. My busy schedule wouldn't fit any more of these incoming offers. I had been busy with work knowing no one waits for me at home. I work late because I know that I will be returning to an empty house later on. Yet I long for a good rest so when I reach the house, I clean up and then ready myself to sleep.

One night, for no apparent reason, I couldn't sleep. There were many thoughts racing through my mind. I was thinking of things to do for the next day till the thought of being alone haunted me. It might be an awakening but still I am in slumber. The thought of living a life of isolation would always be in me but the consistency of finding people to relate with and connect with overpower the feeling of solitude and loneliness.

The house where I live is of a modest size but comparing with the other houses, mine alone is right for a small family. I enjoy the peace walking in the garden. I delight in the collection of books I had collected through the years. I find contentment with the simplicity of my life.

Opening up the gates is like welcoming the luscious green that surrounds my house. Unlocking the doors mean coming back home for a much needed rest. It is like having much but enjoying less. A life that is full but still lacking. It's but a clear example of life's contradiction.

The emptiness is but temporary because the fullness of God is always felt within.