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

 

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.   more »

(Original title given: How to be faithful to Christ in a plural society) Passover and Easter have just passed, but let us not even begin to take this most profound event as merely a tick in our yearly calendar. Mind you, after the Resurrection and the Ascension, the disciples were up in the upper room praying and anticipating, though not without a deep sense of uncertainty and fear. Let us now begin to journey towards Pentecost, and perhaps beyond. I want to begin our journey by this very ancient story:   more »