#jeepney
Should I stop writing?
Should I start living?
Would this pain past?
or for eternity it will last?
Should I wait till dusk?
or should I go now?
Will I ever see the dawn?
Will I ever feel light's caress again?
Am I struggling with the inevitable?
Should I let go and lose hope?
Yet here I sit,
in the passenger's seat.
Waiting patiently,
hoping she still will love me;
till the day after forever.
The shattered pieces I amass,
to patch myself up.
Give the world a grin,
amidst the pain within.
LIFE GOES ON .
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser.
In Him is pure peace and pure life and none lesser.
In Him is everlasting and nothing's even better.
His Word is not a chore list, it's an eternal Love letter.
He prunes every branch that abides and Him and bears fruit
He seeks the ones that chose the path of endless pursuit
Of His face, His will, a branch who chooses to go all out
A life greatly lived, a life who can't live while Him without.
Every branch in me that does not bear fruit He takes away
A happy illusion, a path of the gold-plated astray.
But to a dismay, without the roots a branch goes dry
Thrown to the ground, iuyet picked up but thrown to the fire.
The branch whog stay true to the Vine pleases the Vinedresser
Who calls out to Him amidst the thorns, despite the world's pleasure
With so much fruit a branch has no better sign
When trampled by life would produce the finest wine.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC