Yes. It’s time. Though it brings tears, it is time.

Did God create evil?

No explanation needed…

Another poem I wrote about my recent mission trip to an Orang Asli village, about my encounter with an ice-cream man. The village is not easy to reach, yet here is this man taking so much effort to peddle his ice-cream to the overjoyed children on that hot Sunday afternoon.

This is a poem I wrote about a wooden cross I encountered during my most recent mission trip to an Orang Asli village.

Prayer and Ponderment.

Sunday is coming, Resurrection Day, Easter, Salvation to the world.

The struggle for sexual purity in modern and materialized world obsessed with sexualisation and sexual liberty, and the frustration with succumbing to example of others.

A poem exploring the aging of the soul, mortality, the indifference of time, and the judgement of others, weighed against poor decisions made in youth and the pursuit of vanity.

A poem touching the spiritual journey of a Christian finding himself within his religion and questioning the dogmas and ritualistic rites of some who claim the same bite of truth.