This is not it.

There's this one God, whom I love.
There's this one God, whom I call Abba Father.
There's this one God, whom I hold onto.

Even though,
Sometimes,
I'm forgetful,

Even though,
Sometimes,
I even think it's this one God who's being forgetful,

He never forget,
never ever,
forget what he has promised me.

2 years time, He fulfilled his promise.
He led to my promised land.

Occasionally, when my forgetfulness comes,
I thought I got there by luck,
Truth reminds me that's not true.

2 people, 1 piece of news,
Assure me that,
I was thinking too much.

There's nothing called luck.

4 years over, I'm still waiting,
for the other promised day to come.
Have you forgotten, God?
Was I mistaken, God?

Faith reminds me that's not true.
This is not it.

The Homeless

Can they see the light? Guess not. Can't you see the people? Get low.

20101119 @ Yau Ma Tei, Hong Kong

2330 Central

It's almost midnight, dark but still a lot of people around the area.
The light spotted an old lady, knees on the ground, leaning forward with her toes supporting the weight of her body, begging for a dollar or two. The grey and whiteness of hair tells the age of her life. Something unfortunate might have happened to her, yet nobody can tell. Some people offered money to help, some offered sympathy. Some may not feel a thing, and some may even feel angry.

What I'm feeling... I do not know. What I should offer... I have no idea.
But the scene was stuck in my mind. For a long while, and till I reach home, I still can't get rid of it. The thing that have stirred my heart before, it's still there. My heart was moved, in a sense that I know something is not right. Too much darkness in this world, crying out for changes to be made.