Poetry

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At long last it was all quiet within, in the darkness of night

Besought not by ennui, t'was time to look at the stars

Lying on my mattress, gazing at an imaginary yet resounding sight

Of deep darkness dotted by pin-burst flickers of lights from beyond Mars.

Man, woman, why are you ever so busy, busy?

Haplessly driven by the relentless waves of work

Pause, STOP, rest, think, reflect and see

That life is timeless with us being the stars of God’s handiwork

The onus is ours to maintain a balance

In knowing what is truly noble and precious

Lest we lose our hearts, minds and wills, and swoon in this dance

Of staying alive, relevant, truthful, humble and gracious.

Even as activities and busyness come a-knocking moment by moment

May a firm grip of "What's life?" by Revelation be our empowerment.

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