God is the artist of all Creation =)

Looking at the clouds

A touch of gold,
smeared and gently spread;
across a canvas of blue.

they float - white
and soft -
amidst the pastels of
colour; grey,

timeless. still.
untouched by the cold hands of time and decay.

So it came to pass, this brand
New day. [not sans providence]
Whilst lying on the covered sheets,
My heart leaps for joy
At the sight of clouds
While my eyes restrain its tears
Eternity's depth is encapsulated in just this moment

something that i just realized

i am loved, not because i am lovely,
but because others first loved me.

i am blessed, not because i am a blessing
but because God made me one.

i am perfect, not because i am
but because God is.

=)

potential or not?

somethings i just cant understand:

1. how do people stay perpetually happy for such prolong periods of time?
2. how do they give so much and expect so little?

i guess im just selfish.

sometimes we just let our thoughts get to our heads. theres always so much to live for, and as for me, i would rather not.

true, the greatest potential is in the graveyard. and whats stopping us from attaining all of this? is it for us to say that if we put in x amount of work, then we reap x amount of rewards? tis not a objective matter, but an subjective one. but i realize potential is only fulfilled in God's time, we just prepare, and we expect naught.

its hard.

one day, we plan out our lives, it always seems so bright, perfect. and life itself is self defeating paradox, designed to snuff out all perfection. maybe its true, we dont deserve it, but then again, we dont decide whether to go on or not. and then again, we are not god and theres no perfection apart from him. its all a matter of sucking in another breath of air, and going under until life drains us of all strength and drive.

and there we go again :)

that aside i think i shall start on titus now.