Yet often did I wonder
And often did I cry
Not knowing where the roads may lead to
Not knowing what I’ll ever find
‘Til I sat in silence along the way
‘Til I listened to my heart and prayed
That I realized love was always there
And that love shall always stay
I grasped it and I let it go
I breathed it in and I breathed it out
I tasted it and cherrished it
I held it with my trembling palm
For love has been there all along
And love will guide me ‘til I’m home
What I have sought I know I’ve found
And my heart shall rest on higher grounds
You said that you want me to be strong… I am strong.. I have been strong..
But if being strong would mean that you will be alone climbing up… Let me be weak..
For by being weak, i can be humble,
For by being weak, i accept my limitation
For by being weak, i open myself to others
The time of my weakness is the time of my surrender
It is the time that when i am weak that I am strong.
For it is no longer myself but Himself that is at work
For me to survive the present moments
For me to survive everything that turn their back on me
Allow me to be weak…
For I want to be strong
And be surrended with genuine love, care and compassion
This would make me strong.
(I would like to thank my friend Tess for allowing me to publish her beautiful composition)
Sometimes I feel,
as though we’re all just shouting in the dark.
We pretend to be strong
and so we scream,
but everyone’s screaming
and no one’s listening,
so despite our loud voices,
we end up
all alone.
Tell me
when could we come home?
When do we feel
that we have been heard?
Ah, perhaps when silence
fills the air
and we all grew tired of shouting.
Perhaps when we allow
our saddest tears to fall,
and someone catches them all.
Someone who hears
the song of our souls.
