It’s a beautiful day

I’ve just spent the past four hours finishing up on a song I’ve been working on for about a month now. The words just wouldn’t come, the chords weren’t sounding right. But tonight it was different. The words and the chords came in harmonious synchrony. Two verses and a bridge, with a chorus. The feeling is exhilarating. The time on my computer says 12:51 a.m. But I feel like I only just woke up. It’s a beautiful day.

The holiday is here. Cold winds are blowing, tree leaves are falling. Yet, not as quick or frequent as the pouring rain. You might think it a bit awkward that it rains this much in December. But this is Mandeville, the town with an unpredictable climate. Here, it rains all year through, interspersed with moments of sunshine that I have come to find easily acquiescing. But I like it when it rains.It adds to the beauty of the days.

My Mother called yesterday to wish me compliments of the season. My response: “it’s the season? I hardly know.” These days I’ve stayed mostly in my room. And in here, there are no Christmas trees or jingle bells, so it’s really hard to tell.

I’ve only actually just started making the transition from long nights of academic study to an all day lackadaisical chilling and frolic. I still wake up some mornings with a feeling of uneasiness to complete an impending assignment or some school work. But it feels good to know that I have totally no obligations whatsoever, except the ones that have been self imposed, like staying on my commitment to finish reading the books of Acts to Revelations, completing this song I did tonight (yay), chilling on some cool movies, and finishing this book on Heart Attack. I think I’m catching on fine with things so far.

But there’s also the really cool part of catching up on all the lost sleep in the past semester - which I must go do in a few minutes. I smile for there is no need to set my alarm for 5a.m. I’ll just sleep through the night until I see the sun shine. And I know when I wake up in some long hours from now, it is going to be another beautiful day.

War on the bridge

I was placed in the middle
now there’s war within
I hold the centre stage
I stand as the bridge

I’m being pulled from both ends
My strength begins to wane
This bridge placed in the middle
Their tugs tear apart

It’s a rain of war
But no one can feel my pain
I am not the enemy
Yet I’m stomped, pressed and cut

Each wants to win this war
Each wants to overcome
perhaps if I let my ends loose,
in the deep oceans that lie beneath
I could drown this war to its end

But I hope that peace and love might reign
And everyone walk across freely without strain
That maybe again I can be sane
To serve as just the bridge that I am.

Let it rain.

My heart is troubled, but I couldn’t tell you why.
I worry, but it’s not enough to make me cry.
I’d like to give some explanation,
but there’s a little bit of hesitation,
the air is filled with confusion.
I feel like I’m going to choke.

My stomach churns, my chest burns
It’s a hard ball of sour feelings swallowed down
like a reflux is about to erode my gut.
Lord, heal me.
My feet are slipping, my grip is loosening
Hold me, tight.

Tonight it rained, and it made me glad
Because I know that soon
the brown leaves will turn green
and the dirt roads would be washed clean
when the night is over, when morning comes
and it shall be a plump stride on the narrow path
where the thin walk used to be hard.


So keep me humble, keep me small.
That I might continue to need You
and when I do stray, and loose my way
I may patiently wait for the night
with my knees to the ground,
and eyes to the skies
I will ask, yet again,
that You let it rain.