funny how my faith can rise like a flame of a bonfire
funny how sometimes my faith is smaller than a flame of a lamp of clay
in one moment it just rises and is in full bloom: fierce, great, and all,
and in another, I lose focus,
I question , I cry, I plead, I retreat.
it’s unbelievable what a melody sung in praise of the Lord can do to a restless mind, to a broken soul..
it’s amazing what words of comfort can do to ease an anchored heart.
and better still, when you’re hurting so badly you don’t even know what is causing it-
when you clutch your head with both hands, shut your eyes so tight that tears of pain and confusion struggle to find their way out through the corner of your eyes; your face and chest – all red! – your nerves so visible that one might think they’d pop –
when your heart’s still not steady – and your mind still wobbly because the weight you’ve been carrying is just too, too much – THAT – that is the moment greater than all others – when you just kneel there, your arms outstretched – your faith just hanging by a thread-
you begin to feel it..
you begin to feel as though a huge boulder is being lifted off your shoulders.
you open your eyes and the heavy breathing ceases –
stiffened muscles of your heart loosens and warm blood begins to flow –
And suddenly, all is somehow well and better than before!
That is proof of a loving God.
I am proof of a loving God.
– Su De Zoysa
what is certain in this moment?
his eyes? lips?
and nervy wrists?
her long slender neck?
the world to them came to a standstill – the sound of branches swaying, leaves quivering, and the low hum of the evening wind – were all suddenly inconsequential.
as they remained still and shone under the yellow lamp light,
he gently caressed her back while the night was young
and the dark blue patch of sky above them was like a tapestry from Heaven
visible from the spot where they just
and the overwhelmed stars bore witness
to what was coming to life –
their heads full of the unspoken and the spoken –
their hearts restless and yet so calm at the same time –
and just like that they turned into a living paradox –
fingers interlaced, lost in flickering thoughts,
yet found each other in a loving embrace.
– Su De Zoysa
All I wish I could be is a
word out of your tongue - a
song unsung - all I dreamt I'd ever have - is you
But now I'm through-
Trying to save myself from this wreck that is you!
Trying to convince myself I've changed,
You - you told me things and they frightened me,
I wanted to run, but you wanted me tamed.
I wanted to scream; but I didn't, I stayed,
Hushed under your crumpled sheets I lay.
It was night. I couldn't sleep. The room was dark
and I couldn't see-
Then your phone blew up and
the light from its screen,
showed me the contours of
your lips and cheeks, of your arm and thighs - I
I silently felt the warmth
your body emanated, the strength it kind of fixated
at the tip of my fingers.
It wasn't electrifying, no - not really -
't was rather a curious sensation
like a warm wave flowing through the depths of my veins.
He didn't move, he didn't stir, so I lifted my head
though my vision was blurred-
I kissed his neck, his bare back, and his shoulders -it wasn't enough-
my insides vibrated - left me feeling as though my bones had splintered.
I couldn't sleep- no - not because his bloody phone kept vibrating
against a wooden table,
I triumphed momentarily when I managed to shut my eyes,
but my nerves kept me up at night-
I felt a tingle every time
that warm wave kept swirling inside - draining my life.
And he- he was soundly asleep- unaware of the blisters -
unaware of the passion that boiled in me.
- Su De Zoysa
only this January,
t'wasn't long ago,
when a familiar wind passed me
and i felt so sure.
i wanted to dip my feet
into this pool of water,
t'was something like a pond,
but in my heart i thought
i'd never find its earth to land on,
at least, not without drowning
till i was gone.
only to realize t'wasn't
a pool of water with great depth,
nor a pond,
but a shallow stretch of water
flowing peacefully by
reflecting the January sky.
for t'wasn't deep,
and t'wasn't long
before my sole did touch the ground,
and my heart drowned,
19th July 2017
It’s a wonderful month to fall for someone-
It’s a wonderful feeling when you don’t see it coming,
It stirs, twists, churns my insides-I’m not sure if he feels the same
Whether he’ll turn away-say no.
Winter keeps most people in, while it elbows me out-out the door, into a knee-deep snow,
Pray it never ends- a feeling so good.
Pray he feels the same- pray he doesn’t say no.
-Su De Zoysa