just e feelings

i was slacking around as usual, browsing thru various blogs... feeling unwell, and lazy.
but it just somehow happened that as i was reading the blogs, some of thm made me brim with tears.(shall not mention which) but i just felt so moved.
When i read one, i thot,"yea, so this is life with God".
my heart responded with an "Amen"
When i read another, i thot again,"yea, so this is life with friendship in the kingdom"
my heart responded with an "Amen" once again.

frankly, i am speechless. i dunno what to say!
filled with piling emotions. overflowing.
today is Good friday, it can well be just any other day for anyone.
perhaps slightly special for some cos its holiday.
for me, well, im glad its a holiday too though.
didnt feel much initially.
but thn, today, as i was playing captain's ball with some of the teens in macritchie.
i played with so much warmth in my heart despite it pouring.
i could've cried.
i just thought,"what a rare and treasurable day."
it was like playing with my family. perhaps when i am in heaven i can play with thm all day.
its just such a surge of warmth tt filled me, that now, i find it truly hard to describe.
But i just knw, that in my Father's hse with my Father's people is something so dear to my heart.
tell me, if any of u fathom how i feel.
cos the world is filled with so many complications, tt only in my Father's house, i find real comfort.

thank you papa, for sacrificing, for me.

The Jewel

i'll never know how much he did,
i seemed to be a gem in a litter bin.
He searched for me, prying deep into the garbage.
A jewel, a precious stone he views me.

I have lost my colour, my splendour.
The dirt around me, i surrender- to blend.
I shined as rubbish, looking dreadful as jewel.
My master, i have now forsaken thee.

A sudden scoop lifted me up.
My master beamed, kissing me and carressing.
He polished me bright, forgetting all my filth,
His love, i am unworthy to keep.

-Fiona Neo =P


alright alright, here's a poem i've composed. it doesnt rhyme, so read it with rhythm. haha.
Life is such a haste.. perhaps only poetry can comfort me.

Papa, thanks for creating chocolates. =D