A path that Jesus once took

Jumpy dots and numbers in red,

Shallow breaths and tubes with med.

Are we destined to this?

Unconscious, so far as we can tell.
Not in too much pain, doctors compel.

How sure are you?

It is only natural, someone had told me.
Maybe it was from that stupid movie.

Am I supposed to believe it?

Too scared even to touch his sleeve
Lest my hand be his last heave.

Go on, tell me I'm being irrational!

Then,
Slowing the pace.
And no more.

What am I supposed to think?

He's gone, God took Him.
He's with Jesus, all the better.

What am I supposed to feel?

Rage. Disgust.
Full. Empty.

What am I supposed to do?

Wait.
Yes, wait for the Day.
Wait.


  -- For my father-in-law  (1948 - 2015) --

The Star

At the end of the book I just finished, Life At Its Best by Eugene Peterson, come several poems written by him as he meditated on the Incarnation of Jesus. I didn't get most of them, and there were two or three that I kinda liked, but the one below is so far my favourite poem among them.
A long wait before the faithful, sovereign, and all-wise God, I will not fear.

The Star

I see him, but not now; I behold him, but not nigh;
a star shall come forth out of Jacob.
                Numbers 24:17

No star is visible except at night,
Until the sun goes down, no accurate north.
Day's brightness hides what darkness shows to sight,
The hour I go to sleep the bear strides forth.

    I open my eyes to the cursed but requisite dark,
    The black sink that drains my cistern dry,
    And see, not nigh, not now, the heavenly mark
    Exploding in the quasar-messaged sky.

Out of the dark, behind my back, a sun
Launched light-years ago, completes its run;

    The undeciphered skies of myth and story
    Now narrate the cadenced runes of glory.

Lost pilots wait for night to plot their flight,
Just so diurnal pilgrims praise the midnight.

To my caring wife, from the sick husband

Haiku is fun. Sijo (시조) is as much fun though.

This one is dedicated to my wife who took such good care of me for the past three weeks while I was sick with a terrible cold.

아침 점심 저녁밥 간식까지 준비하고
기저귀에 목욕에 빨래 청소 다 했더니
남편은 아프다며 잠만자려 하누나

Thanks, wifey!

Back to work

A week of holidays, over too soon.
Back at work, feeling the doom.
Oh, wait, girls are still on loose.
You then, sort the photos, make the memories bloom.
Others like me, working bees trapped in a room,
Be joyful for the work God gave you.
Soon enough, God will lift your gloom.


Well, now the photos are available for those interested, I won't point you there though. You'll know where to look if you know me or any of us who went on the holidays together.

Warning: photos may be misleading...
Lesson to be learned: don't trust everything you see especially on the internet.