When I was just a caterpillar
I had a great potential

Now,  a butterfly
I am just a beautiful sight

My dear Lord Jesus,
Why Calvary?

For gravity of our sins,
Even the Everest
Is shy of height

Our hearts are numbed
For the pain you endured
Taking the cross uphill

Our hearts are blunt
For the agony of the nails
Penetrating your veins and bones

We letdown
Your pain in vain;

We still cherish
Our sins

Bill Gate’s Empire
Is a  church
In my eyes

My only brother’s
Roomy house
Is a thorn to
The same eyes

The night sings through
Tree leave windpipes
With mild cool breeze

In the front yard
On white sand
The night paints
With silvery paint,
Borrowed from the moon

Night invites me out
With its enticing wonders
Seen on the CCTV

I wish I know
How to repair
My wheelchair

Waiting
For a drop of Sun
To float in: me

Waiting
For the window
To be opened: Sun

We still keep
Sinning!

Was
The Calvary Mountain
Too short

If it is not for
The string
I could visit
The Moon,

Kite feels.