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I will rise with you above the storm
Sunday, September 12, 2010
It was a clear blue sky the last time I looked up. Been sitting here for quite some time, for how long I do not remember. Around me, people are walking by, in the busyness of life, a bit of chatting on the phone, a bit of laughing with friends. I smiled seeing their happinessA pensive mood, I leaned against the wall, wondering if my existence ever made a difference to someone. It isn't helping that the winds are getting colder and rain clouds are edging inwards, enveloping the city in it's shadows.The patter of light drizzle sends people scurrying for shelter. Umbrellas shoot up in a blooming fashion, and in the proximity of it, makeshifts covers from bags and ragged newspapers. The only unchanged thing is me.It's dark and cold, with a few accompanying claps of thunder. My knees held up and tucked in, shielding myself from the pelting raindrops. Will anyone ever notice? I glanced across the now abandoned street. And if they did, would they help? The storms grows stronger, and I wonder if the rain did made any difference.Sometimes, I choose to sit there, under the bitter and harsh weather to see if anyone out there would help. If they chanced upon one who's destitute, drenched and wretched, would they stop to offer space under their shelter, or save the awkwardness and move on, comforting themselves that it isn't that bad. I'll be waiting.-----------
I was awakened slightly by the ceasing of raindrops. I surveyed the floor around me and see rain still falling and the ends of a robe and two sandals peeking out under it. I looked up into the sight of a young man, under the shade of a white umbrella. His eyes held warmness in its gaze, and a smile with a tender concern.I declined his gesture, my head sunk lower than before. He didn't turn however, instead, he made his seat beside me, smiling silently back and my bewildered look. I chuckled in disbelief. It wasn't necessary, but it made a difference, in a way I couldn't describe. A sense of peace, before I drifted of to sleep. Funny though. I had this vision in my mind constantly replaying, over and over again. I think the peace I'm looking for, isn't what I think it is now. But it's there, I know it is.Psalms 32:7Labels: God, thoughts
Darren Nico Pillai
Not-so-average teen, deep thinker, perfectionist with quirky randomness. Trained in the art of sarcasm and nonsensical logic.
Overcoming the circumstances of the present, and the issues of my past,
striving in self-betterment with a moral balance with the hope of the fulfillment of the destiny to be a light for Christ in His likeness,
spreading the love of God as how He first loved us
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Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like You have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks Yours
Everything I am, for Your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity
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- Hosanna -
Philosophy:
I like to think about life, especially pursuing on the concept of love. Not that lovey dovey romantic kind, but the affections we have for one another
that ties us together,strangers, friends, besties, family, that's the love I wanna know about. Love is the essence of life that ties us together,
love is what we were made for and to be, love is embracing the gift of the relationship with GOD.
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Collection of inspirations and reminders: Nico_thoughts@Twitter
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I will rise with you above the storm
Sunday, September 12, 2010
It was a clear blue sky the last time I looked up. Been sitting here for quite some time, for how long I do not remember. Around me, people are walking by, in the busyness of life, a bit of chatting on the phone, a bit of laughing with friends. I smiled seeing their happinessA pensive mood, I leaned against the wall, wondering if my existence ever made a difference to someone. It isn't helping that the winds are getting colder and rain clouds are edging inwards, enveloping the city in it's shadows.The patter of light drizzle sends people scurrying for shelter. Umbrellas shoot up in a blooming fashion, and in the proximity of it, makeshifts covers from bags and ragged newspapers. The only unchanged thing is me.It's dark and cold, with a few accompanying claps of thunder. My knees held up and tucked in, shielding myself from the pelting raindrops. Will anyone ever notice? I glanced across the now abandoned street. And if they did, would they help? The storms grows stronger, and I wonder if the rain did made any difference.Sometimes, I choose to sit there, under the bitter and harsh weather to see if anyone out there would help. If they chanced upon one who's destitute, drenched and wretched, would they stop to offer space under their shelter, or save the awkwardness and move on, comforting themselves that it isn't that bad. I'll be waiting.-----------
I was awakened slightly by the ceasing of raindrops. I surveyed the floor around me and see rain still falling and the ends of a robe and two sandals peeking out under it. I looked up into the sight of a young man, under the shade of a white umbrella. His eyes held warmness in its gaze, and a smile with a tender concern.I declined his gesture, my head sunk lower than before. He didn't turn however, instead, he made his seat beside me, smiling silently back and my bewildered look. I chuckled in disbelief. It wasn't necessary, but it made a difference, in a way I couldn't describe. A sense of peace, before I drifted of to sleep. Funny though. I had this vision in my mind constantly replaying, over and over again. I think the peace I'm looking for, isn't what I think it is now. But it's there, I know it is.Psalms 32:7Labels: God, thoughts
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