Inspiration, Life, poetry, spirituality, writing

A Weary Soul Rhetoric

weary work, like stocks 

shackling my wandering feet

mind and soul likewise

decrying its slavish sting

yet nobody gives a hoot 

into a cocoon I turn

in a dungeon my soul bound

where darkness and rank reign 

in the cold incarceration

when would I be emancipated — a faint cry from within echos? 

where’s the key for my stocks?

when’s the turnkey coming — for the release I yearn so desperately?

yet not a flicker of light seen

at the end of the tunnel thus far

waiting, waiting and waiting… 

the lot I have to contend with

© Derrick Lim

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Inspiration, Life, nature, prose, writing

​The Garden Speaks! 

Stepping out of the lift, I see a stark contrast between the two lobby gardens: one is well-tended, thriving and flourishing in beauty and verve while the other is untended, filled with congeries of plants in disarray, and with quasi-gardening implements untouched and toppled pots left desolate. Taking all that in, a sudden thought conjured up in me: Doesn’t that reflect the kind of person one is? You’re either diligent or indolent; a connoisseur or smatterer–your choice to make!

© Derrick Lim 

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Inspiration, Life, love, poetry, prose, spirituality

Jesus’ at the Door 

our difficult circumstances 

weigh us down 

but His Spirit lifts us up

our work wears us out

but His rest restores our strength 

a gale throws a curved ball at us

our course yaws despite ourselves 

our soul travails at its mercy 

yet when we clasp our hands in prayer unto Him

His swift response we see

like a father to his prodigal’s return 

there our bearings redefined 

in His arms, His love poured out 

salving our wounds within

then raring to go are we

in gratitude we set out 

in sprightliness again are we

© Derrick Lim 

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