Beware timing: a haiku for a woman of some means

seas of the world

Is this not the time

to seek pleasure and grandeur

NO NOT for self Frau


Then he said to him, “Did not my heart go with you when the man turned back from his chariot to meet you? Is it time to receive money and to receive clothing, olive groves and vineyards, sheep and oxen, male and female servants?  ~~~~~~2 Kings 5:26
“Take heed to yourselves, lest your heart be deceived, and you turn aside and serve other gods and worship them,

Let us lift our hearts and hands To God in heaven.

Blessed are the pure in heart, For they shall see God.


20150520 morning light
Sometimes we take the sky for granted. We do not look up unless it looks like it’s going to rain. When it rains we pay more attention to the wetness of the water-soaked ground or the forgotten laundry in the backyard. We do not look at the sky or the rain. We look at things affected by the wetness. We also think about the inconvenience like the expected traffic jam on our way home after work or after school when all cars slow down due to the slippery roads or due to other more trivial reasons.
We look at our watches. We think about the possible lateness in appointment, the potential missed opportunity of pleasing someone dear or important to us, the probable mishap that might occur due to the delay, pros and cons of profits and losses in terms of resources spent or not-spent due to the delay in the traffic jam etc.
We think of loved ones waiting with disappointments and perhaps anxieties.
We think of the cold dishes we would have to force ourselves to eat when we eventually reach home. We think of the shower we badly need. We think of the bed…
It could be unpleasant to be caught in a traffic jam in heavy rain.
On the other hand there are a few who feel comforted by the rain. They look at the weeping sky. They see things that others do not see. They see an opening of the storehouses of water. Unseen hands unlocking and pouring. Unseen faces smeared with tears. Unseen eyes swollen with crying…with them as they cry in the cars or at the windows somewhere away from home or having none to return to.
There are also a few who like being in the rain. To them, walking in the rain is like taking a nice, cool, long shower. They enjoy the touch of the water droplets on their faces. They love the music of the wind and rain orchestra. They stroll leisurely and unhurriedly. They watch the others stuck in the cars, anxious and bored faces watching them in return. Sometimes they sing and dance along with the raindrops.
The sky is neutral. We put labels on it whenever it suits us. The sky weeps. The sky smiles. The sky is friendly. The sky is hostile. The sky is foreboding. The sky is welcoming…labels.
Today when you happen to be near the sky look up and see what you want to see.

Confession of a time-waster

passing of timeConfession of a time-waster: I am motivated by the words that we often read but not really understand. I try to capture each intent behind the word as it appears at a particular place. Today as I re-look at this subject I realize how important the word ‘time’ is in impacting the meaning of each word. I was sorting my old files and found a series of old poems. When I read some of them I found the repeated phrase “after some years”, “after many years”, and “after twenty years”. I paused when I read the last phrase about time. Why? Because I collected those poems about twenty years ago. I was touched by them and I treasured them. Because I just had my birthday celebration.

After twenty years, I read of what the poet has proclaimed, “Before the fence with green trees blooming with white flowers, we had casually waved good bye. But after twenty years of many changes …” I pondered over the phrase “after twenty years of many changes”. In the original language the phrase “many changes” are depicted by the fact that even the sea can be changed into orchards and on the other hand orchards can turn into a span of desolate water as vast as the sea. The poet might have hinted at the physical anatomy of life –sunken valleys and risen mountains all at the wrong locations.

On a more serious mood, I reflect on my reading God’s words and then casually living my life without a sense of time. I did not know that every time I waved goodbye to something or someone I was waving goodbye to time. Time is a precious commodity that never returns and cannot be replaced. Twenty years ago I was ready to step into a new phase of my life and I waved goodbye casually to the time before that twenty years. I even thought that the next twenty years would stretch over a long time and I would have sufficient time to get ready for my life after that.

Well, the reality is here I am twenty years later suddenly waking up to know I have waved goodbye to time too casually and too soon. Before time passes I looked forward to its fresh arrival. Every year end I waved goodbye happily to the old. I would wake the next day full of hope for a new year. Alas, the year came and went too soon.

I realize now it is not the thing or the person that counts. It is the time I spend. Time is a counting tool. It counted in the past since day one. It is counting today. It will count until the day I am shown the heavenly record of my lifetime on earth. The word of God does give me many clear instructions about time and the wisdom to live wisely where time is concerned. But I still wake up today finding twenty years have gone and I am not getting them back.

My recent refractive lens exchange on both eyes has given me perfect physical vision. For once I look into the mirror and see myself. The first shock was incredible. Where have all my twenty years gone? It reminds me of oldies of 1990s like “candle in the wind”, “I will always love you”, “everything I do I do for you”, “my heart will go on”… and worse, really ancient sixties’ songs like “where have all the flowers gone“, “blowing in the wind”, “the times they are changing”, “Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season)”, “dust in the wind”…The good news is:

Here goes: God Will Make a Way: Don Moen’s May 13, 2003 release:

Ecclesiastes 3 (NKJV)
Everything Has Its Time
3 To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
2 A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
3 A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
4 A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
7 A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
8 A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.
11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.
15 That which is has already been,
And what is to be has already been;
And God requires an account of what is past.

Pondering moment


Pondering moment

why he leaves renowned placement

opts to be unknown

~~~~~~~~~~~~Food for pondering:

Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. (Matthew 11:29)

Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it. (Matthew 7:14)