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Grief Knocks at our Doors…

To avoid pigeons flying over my head, I took the long route via arcing the path leading to the school. At the intersection point where the pavilion square overlooking the car park, a cropped hair Chinese girl was ululating with her arm round her mother’s while festinating towards the gate of the school. ‘Shadowing’ behind her, I saw her wiping off her tears while sobbing incessantly. Wondering what her grief was, I could see her mum’s silent protest in her hastening gait. While I was trying to take all that in, the girl suddenly freed her arm and charged ahead of her mum, who then followed suit. The story behind her grief was a mystery left undisclosed with their departure from sight. What an episode! This epiphany drew up a reflective thought in me — Life is not always plain sailing; grief does knock at our doors sometimes. 

© Derrick Lim 

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​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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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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Ants Invasion!

Tell you something revolting this afternoon at lunch. Just when I forked up a honey-glazed chicken wing into my mouth, a colony of ants was seen crawling over the metal casserole! I cringed at its sight but with the wing still held between my teeth, as if the latter were still safe and untainted by its invasion. At the drop of a hat, I whisked the casserole off to the sink top, transferred its contents into an orange plastic plate and bam! the ants fled helter-skelter. In no time, they vanished like they had never appeared. Did I discard the wings? You tell me… 

© Derrick Lim 

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Sternutation Blight 

While savouring a platter of an omelette piece overlaying the  rice mound and a piece of grilled salmon along its side, I noticed a bespectacled Chinese woman busy nudging her four boyish tweeners to eat hurriedly. Transversely to the left of the bench table, I couldn’t help but notice an old man tucking into his food delightfully; presumably from his disposition, he seemed to be their grandfather. Back to my food, I took a mouthful piece of delectable grilled salmon.  

“Atishoo!” 

I looked up and saw a lady in cleaner’s garb sneeze right over the table with the four tweeners. 

“What!” I gasped in horror. 

The bespectacled woman looked agape in shock. Before she could even react, the cleaner simply walked off as if nothing had happened. Jolted back into reality, the beleaguered mother was peeved and frenetically frustrated! She was griping incessantly about the cleaner’s disgusted sternutation. Axiomatically, the food was in total ruin. Just when that was going on, the old man was nonchalantly revelling his food. A stark contrast in the turn of events where I saw no help rendered to the woman in distress. There I harrumphed at the sight of it. On second thoughts, I took my hat off to the motherly instinct exhibited by her when she promised her children to get other food in place of the ruined one. It was a sight that paid tribute to all women in general yesterday — the International Women’s day, I mused. 

© Derrick Lim 

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Recrudescent Epiphany

Stepping out of the car, the tweedling of birds greeted my ears; the crisp air intermingled with a light scent of leaves filled my lungs deep in one full inspiration; what rhapsody to feel one with nature. How majestic is God’s glory reflected in nature; that one can’t help but thank Him for such pleasure that’s ours. Such congenial surroundings impel me to embrace life once again with joie de vivre! Forgetting yesterday’s woes and recrudescing what today’s living has to offer is what I will do!

© Derrick Lim 

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Pigeon Scavengers

While treading along the pathway towards our block, a swarm of pigeons pecking off some food scraps along the verge of  tessellated tiles made a sudden takeoff; and I had to duck to give way to their aggressive flight to another spot of food scattered. This pendulous motion of flight would go on until no food is scattered, or they have had their fill for the morning. This instinctive duck or dodge is what I do every morning to evade their flight for food which appears like a fusillade attack from an ambush.

© Derrick Lim 

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