A rainbow in the rain?

When all the world’s a slumber
Capturing dreams broken asunder
These cares are the company of me
As I gaze out upon the soothing sea
Frothy waves rolling beneath my feet
To the east a glistening skyline picture of peace
Whilst the west a walk into darkness solitary
Amidst ponderings of naivety and honesty
Laid bare as a silverweed ocean tossed
When winds blow south how do I ease sailing north?
The glow of comfort beckons me to stay
Through the knowledge that venturing is the only way
My Father’s voice beside my ear a gentle tone
This earth you thread upon is not home
Therein the dim path may lurk certain danger
But n’er forget - my promises lie over yonder
Why fear when my hand is to grasp
A beautiful voyage awaits if you’d only trust

stuff it.

Hebrews 12:14 Make every effort to live in peace with all men and to be holy; without holiness no one will see the Lord.

And thus we make the effort, but are disappointed many a times. When you have others' best interests at heart, and therefore choose to be honest, but have your good intentions backfired and used against you instead... what's the point? When being responsible becomes oppressive instead, I wish to stuff it all, and just... disappear.

But what about...

Sometimes, my hands crack and dry, and more freckles appear on my face. I get chided for not taking care of myself properly. But what about the girl who has had her face disfigured and her hands burnt off after her car burst into flames when a drunk driver crashed into it? 40 surgeries later, she is able to sit in front of national TV, full of spirit, giving a testimony of life and strength.

Sometimes, I am envious of others with functional, loving families. But what about a comparison with the alcoholic, abusive husband, whose wife remains faithful?

Sometimes, I grumble about not having achieved much. But what about the frail old man in his torn shirt, laboriously pushing his heavy cart through the streets every daybreak, picking up scrap cardboard pieces for a living? Does he earn enough to feed himself?

Sometimes, I spend a few minutes watching variety shows in which people run around doing silly things like finding yet more places to eat, shop, or couples to matchmake. But what about the other channel I flip to - on the screen appears scenes of people rioting amidst limp bodies strewn on dirty pavements.

Sometimes, I get grumpy due to the endless stream of flashing red lights appearing on my computer monitor arrival list. But what about the young single parent who juggles 3 jobs a day just to keep her little boy?

Oftentimes, my life needs to be put into perspective.

Cheek to Cheek

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek
Heaven, I’m in heaven
And the cares that hang around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I love to climb a mountain
And reach the highest peak
But it wouldn’t thrill me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I don’t enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Come on and dance with me
I want my arms about you
Those charms about you
Will carry me through...
Right up to heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing, out together dancing
Out together dancing cheek to cheek

-.-

Change

Tis a journey all but fleeting

Prancing through the wilderness a-seeking

Of pixies and faeries flowers and leaves

Dreams are but castles in the trees

By the wave of the conjurer's wand

In a burst of fiery colour and sound

All is frozen for a moment in time

Awakened to fresh rhythm and rhyme

***

She blinks once twice thrice

Disbelieving unconceiving of this reprise

Till blue grey skies shroud the heavens

Choking her pathway with a mist thickened

Is it really such?

A painful touch

Or does the gentle whisper of a guiding tune

Linger and hope to be found soon

Will this mystical story e'er be told

Of which only the seeker will behold

And relate, in reminiscence of a bygone strife...

About her ever-changing dance of life

Lindy

Dance is somewhat like alcohol. The more one indulges in it, the more one loses inhibition, is enabled to embrace fun and laughter, throwing aside the cares of the world momentarily. It is a swirl of the senses in harmony with one another- movement, music, touch and sensation all in one, which is a display of artistry to the onlooker and is pure joy to the dancer. Even to the mere amateur.

I love the Lindy Hop! :)

Ginger wants to die.

Been a week since the eye enucleation on Ginger happened. He's 13 years old.. what was I thinking? I encourage others to put their pets down humanely if they suffer, and here I am, rejecting what I preach, prolonging this wretched fella's miserable life. Why do I so desperately want him to live? Do I sincerely care for him or am I wanting to prove something? He meows at the call of his name, uses his litter tray, jumps from the treatment table into his cage, seemingly strong. But he cannot eat, sneezes when he drinks, and looks at me with eyes that say...human, if you can't help me, please let me go.