friendly time
The days trickle by incessantly, and before you can hold the drop in your hand as a drop, it splatters and wets all the fingers and then dries up. Colourful days of biking to Tai Mei Tuk, of coasting through Foggy Mountain, of sipping tea with friends, digging for treasures in the Bible, of morning breezes carrying our shouts of "Praise the Lord, O my soul!", of encouraging pats on the back, of knowing each other as unbelievable creatures designed by God...drops of 24 hours splashing into the hands of life. They mesh, they mingle, they glisten amorphously, they moisten. I wish I could capture each moment, and its unique joy, and hang it up for display. But all the walls in the world would be insufficient hanging space.
I have three research papers to research and write up in 12 days, and one book review, and 4 to 5 exams. I calculated the time, I won't have enough time, even though each minute seems pregnant with possibilities. I know the 20th will come soon enough, irrespective of my success in fulfilling my course requirements. It will come. And it will be a good 24 hours, full of happy, spattery drops. And a time will come when I will have completed all my assignments. It will come, though maybe later than the 20th. And that would be good too. At that time, I would've have accumulated drops of satisfaction and knowledge to complement my drops of enriching fellowship. They will be drops of joyful discovery, fun learning and rewarding thinking.
How wonderful, the steady trickling of time. How reliable, the trickling of time. It passes, never to be experienced again; yet it keeps passing, and it will come to pass. What a funny thing, the trickling of time. It contains our memories, and gives substance presently to future aspirations. What a soothing thing, the trickling of time. Anticipated fears are stripped of apprehension when they drop helplessly into the present. We remain, even when the fears have vanished. We remain, even when trials get taken drop by drop into the past.
Time is a friendly thing afterall, drop after drop. Even the bitter drops shall be sweetened in the cupped Hands of our living God, Who holds all the drops, and spills nothing.
I have three research papers to research and write up in 12 days, and one book review, and 4 to 5 exams. I calculated the time, I won't have enough time, even though each minute seems pregnant with possibilities. I know the 20th will come soon enough, irrespective of my success in fulfilling my course requirements. It will come. And it will be a good 24 hours, full of happy, spattery drops. And a time will come when I will have completed all my assignments. It will come, though maybe later than the 20th. And that would be good too. At that time, I would've have accumulated drops of satisfaction and knowledge to complement my drops of enriching fellowship. They will be drops of joyful discovery, fun learning and rewarding thinking.
How wonderful, the steady trickling of time. How reliable, the trickling of time. It passes, never to be experienced again; yet it keeps passing, and it will come to pass. What a funny thing, the trickling of time. It contains our memories, and gives substance presently to future aspirations. What a soothing thing, the trickling of time. Anticipated fears are stripped of apprehension when they drop helplessly into the present. We remain, even when the fears have vanished. We remain, even when trials get taken drop by drop into the past.
Time is a friendly thing afterall, drop after drop. Even the bitter drops shall be sweetened in the cupped Hands of our living God, Who holds all the drops, and spills nothing.
posted by thmooj at 11:12 AM
1 Comments:
lyrical, moving, this page - from laughter dyspnea to here - this small drop in time. maraming salamat po. and, of course, inspirational. God Bless!
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