Jack Said

We Are Humans

Jack — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 23:59:00 +0800

We lived tru this dark terrifying Advent nights

Feasting on fear rained from the stormy clouds above;

'twas night for sure, but no stars in-sight,

cold from the rain, but no warmth from the stove.

We clutched a piece of freedom,

this little bread no one can steal;

No emperors nor princes nor rust nor worms,

Can take away our human will

to choose, in spite of the starless nights

and the cold cold rain;

The will to choose to do what is right,

and to choose what is right despite our pains.

We are humans and not slightly less,

Even for the deformity of our decaying bodies

Even for the hungry skin, our ailing vests

We're richly human e'en in all our poverties

We are humans and rightly so

Because many Advents ago, when nights were as dark as ours,

A Child was bornt to all human woes

and showed us the worth of human souls.

Deitrich Bonhoeffer of Blessed Memory

May Advent brings tsunami to the core of our beings and tremor to the foundation of our nationhood reminding us that peace and stability without the firm and obvious affirmation of justice and righteousness is a big fat scam.

To all my friends and readers, have a blessed Christmas. God bless you

Love 9

Jack — Sat, 26 May 2007 15:44:44 +0800

I heard song one night
Beyond the window glass
A tune of curious delight
Playing among the midnight grass.
The melody was hauntingly sweet,
I wished to sing along,
But I did not know the lyrics,
Of this the angels' song.

The midnight choir narrated,
A simple tale of romance
Such as many times we've heard,
The love of a woman and her man.
In life's circling madness,
We sometimes wished it's true
Simple love, simple happiness
Just simply "I love you"
We sing too many love stories
But we know the "facts of life"
Love old as centuries,
Never simple always strife.

Yet the song I heard that night
Like the old stories of our dream:
"Under the transcient moonlight
He missed her and she missed him",
Strangely warmed my heart
And put there a gleeful thought
That in the midnight dark,
Such love for once, could be sought.
When then the first light dawned upon the land,
I wished that the night could be prolonged,
So still I could savour the strange romance
Of this the angels' song

Will You?

Jack — Sat, 26 May 2007 03:24:08 +0800

Through the dark night in the garden, To the kangaroo courts Through the abuses and scorns To the cross Through the darkness of the tomb To a new morning tomorow Through suffering and death, To life and a whole new world My lord and my god, my soul cries to thee! The poem below is dedicated to Bishop Tom Wright who never fail to impress me with the newness of resurrected life; and to my dearest friends, Leon, Joshua, Dave, Jan, JP, JR, Agora, YACHT - you made life bearable this side of heaven.

Love 7

Jack — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 18:57:17 +0800

Naught gold nor diamonds,
Naught sweet chocolates,
Naught roses a million,
Naught expensive desserts;
Only words writt'n,
Only promises kept,
Only life giv'n,
Only tears shed,
Only hands held tight,
Only shelter from ills,
Only shared delights,
Only loving you

Valentine's Day 07 - May the God who is love fills your heart.

Love 6

Jack — Mon, 12 Feb 2007 19:05:32 +0800

If love is water to life,
I am famished, thirsty and dry,

If love is light to night,

It has been darkness in my sky.

If love is air for breath,I am suffocating to death,

If love is bread for strength,

I am weakest of all man.

If love is sunshine bright,
My life's but a gloomy sight,

If love is flower sweet,
My life's bitter indeed.

If love is a happy concerto,
I know no sound but Sorrow's.

I am like a browning leaf waiting for autumn

Now hanging loveless in Life's garden.

Love 3

Jack — Tue, 23 Jan 2007 21:57:28 +0800

What strange thing is this

That warmed my cold cold heart

That made man live and die and kiss

That intoxicate this love-lorn bard

I longed to see the morrow still yet dark

I longed into the future peep

I longed to know you, whom my heart

Dedicates now its every beat

O this peculiar feeling

That bid me now to live

That caused my songs to sing

And the morow you to kiss.

But who are you whom I longed to love?

You, the dark morrow's light

You whom my sanity serve

Whom I love to love, a stranger despite

Love 2

Jack — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 19:29:06 +0800

The soft Sun this Morn

Warmd my heart and bones

And inspired these verses

Writ for you and you alone:

Lovely like a fresh new Day,

Beauty the Night compares,

Eyes like the Sun in May

Sweet the Smiles you wear.

Your Hair the silky flowing Veil

Crown from Venus stole

The Stars dost nightly hail,

The slender tow’r of your Nose.

The sacred shrine of your cheeks

Your lips the altar stage

Command from my pilgrim lips
A thousand kisses of homage.

O' how I love to love you

Love

Jack — Sun, 31 Dec 2006 17:42:14 +0800

Were I fluent in tongues of every man

Were every man bards of skill

Were I to flair in tunes of every land

Could I sing of my love to you?

Were all the oceans with ink filled

Were every fowl supply my quills

Were the sky a parchment reel

Could I writ of my love to you?

Sooner will my tongue be tied

Sooner will the oceans run dry

And my love to you barely described

Tho writ from sky to sky

O' kept in here my petty heart

Love beyond the Poet's art

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The Strange Rite at the Lord's Table

Jack — Sun, 13 Aug 2006 15:13:34 +0800

On the first Passover in ancient times
The hebrews were taught a strange rite
Egypt was perplexed at the sign
Of blood on Israel's doors that night

That quiet night was the last
For rebellious Egypt's firstborn
The Hebrews trembling and aghast
to find blood outside their doors the next morn

The solemn night and the sombre morn
The blood on the doors, the deadly breath
For a thousand years, Israel performed
One son spared on one son's death

When the age was ready and ripe,
This strange rite was perfected
One quiet and solemn night
A son prepared to be executed
But this was unlike the old years
When the weakly lamb's blood was shed
The new blood belonged to Heaven's Dear
God's own vein left to bled.

I came to the Table as Israel did
On the first Passover in ancient times
Trembling and aghast my petty wits
Couldst not fathom this strange design.
I, mortal, feeble and weak
Held in my hands God's Blood and Flesh
Unsure of many things, but this:
One son spared on one Son's death

Lord's Table, Aug 13 2006. BM Gospel Center

War and Peace

Jack — Sun, 30 Jul 2006 20:23:45 +0800

Give me that bloody sword

And the broken arrow head,
And all the iron ore,
Cast'd in hateful state.
Bring me the hearts of stone,
Fount of lustful desires
That burn with furious passions
Of angry hellish fire.
Bring me every woman and man
Who repays hate with hate
Who lives a hand for a hand
Who plants evil in evil's stead.
Give me all of these
The sins of the earth;
For the gentle Dove of Peace,
And a greater piece of Love.

Remove the war machines
Let the cedars grow
Let the valley children sing
Where the Euphrates flows.

Purge the plains of Ariel,
With waters from Jordan's stream
Let Love and Peace prevail
Accomplish'd the seers' dream.

Serpent of the ancient Farm
Flee ye from Lebanon's mount,
Soon, Love shall thee disarm
And Peace shall crush thy crown.

No Sword Israel! No Sword Hezbollah!