20120228 A Party for Three

This is the fourth day of my
5-day-holiday.
It is back to school for my son tomorrow,
so I left my warm burrow
for the market.
This Mom chef knows she needed
fish on the table.

I had not fully closed the main door on the ground floor
when I beheld the cold and the gloomy sign of a coming rain.
It was 11:45am when I left the 7th floor.
There really was no time to go back  for a coat and an umbrella.
Such incredible motherly love
I cannot lay claim to;
on the contrary, I heard myself scold,
"Silly old lady to have braved the cold,
sillier still if you catch a cold."

Blame it on spontaneity,
blame it on the sudden urge to throw a party.
Yet, how can one not be reprehensible
even to self,
for the time spent on my Windows
to ever glance out the windows!

Nevertheless,
it did not take long for God to make me aware of His presence.

On my way to the market,
the red light was on, I do not have to stop walking.

While I was in the market,
the lady fishmonger  in her chatty mood,
gave me a brilliant tip for my fish and clams
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The rain did come pouring hard.
I heard it but was saved from an encounter.
It poured hard and fast
as fast as it takes to see
the finish of my NT$600.

On my way home,
the street was wet but without a drizzle.
Again, there was the red light, I do not have to stop walking.
I need neither a coat nor an umbrella.
I walked home warm with passion for a new recipe.
I walked home warm with passion for my family of three.

20120225 Rest For The Weary

I can really feel that I have gained more
time from this new product.
I can wait to be served and pampered
by the simplicity of it all.


Just count the time spent
in
the big production required
for my daily dose of caffeine.


From
grinding the coffee beans,
brushing the coffee powder
off the grinder,
measuring the desired powder,
and
having to find a place to store
the excess.


To
making sure that water level
should never be higher than the valve of the
water container of the stove top coffee maker.


There is also
the hassle of
cleaning the filter basket
of wet ground coffee,
making sure that none of it goes
down the drain


and
the reminder as I
clean the machine well
in preparation for the next usage
that
half my day is already gone.


In the meantime,
I am writing this
while enjoying
several sips
of this hubby-brewed coffee.


In the meantime,
 I might miss the sound of
water spluttering from the stove top coffee maker
 telling me that it's done brewing.


I might miss the aroma that fills
the whole flat.


Just for the meantime.

20120215 Jesus Loves Me This I Know

This was in full bloom and at its best yesterday
February 14, 2012
on my window sill garden.

Oh, Did it speak so loud & clear:
Jesus loves me,
this I know.

Only, at this time in my life
It is not without a shroud of grief
and a burden so heavy
to have heard it mentioned
by the world's known
best-selling artist,
(Diane Sawyer's 2002 interview
on Whitney Houston).

It is not without deep prodding
and an urge
to question the affinity between knowledge
and understanding.

Oh, the simplicity of His Word
the simplicity of His Truth
made complicated
by the vast array of choices

for someone to have missed
this other children's song
sang in church.

"When Mister Satan
knocks at my heart's door
and says 'May I come in?'
I'd say 'No! no!'
For Jesus loves me so
and took away my sins.
So he turns around and runs away,
I wish he'd go away to stay...
I'll just say
"No! no! no!"


For who can save you from the enemy within?