Fog has settled on Singapore, the window barely exposing tiny buildings shrouded, stretching to be seen, and in the distance tall dark shadows threaten, loom, encroach. The rain falls, landing on those below as they run in search of respite from the unwanted blessing.
In the midst of the Christmas season, we find people helter skelter, a mad race to be involved or appear so – the reason for the season twisted into an excuse to dust off phone books and email lists that lay untouched. Hark now hear the bugle’s call that calls us all to gather.
It now appears impossible to synchronize time with those I truly care about – so now I will just wait till this blows over, till there’s a reason for us to meet again. For after all, when push comes to shove, I know we’ll all come running.
Merry Christmas one and all! Thank God for the break, for good company, for family, for friends for love, and for God.
#1 by Kakita on 26 Dec 2009 - 12:57 pm
Isn’t it weird tt at this time we’re always more concerned fulfilling the letter rather than spirit of the message?