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Heartbroken Children’s Voices

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A pair of large steel scissor
Cut through
A branch

Seeking immediate remedy
Only to be disregarded
Anyway a broken branch is irreparable

Continue the breaking
Every broken branches
Shoots more arrows into my heart

Such sights
Tear two hearts into pieces
My son’s tears continuously roll down

Total broken pieces
produce
Broken hearts and feelings

Fatherly figure tend to hurt
Children’s hearts
Motherly figure cares child’s heart

Earthly fathers
Why do you have to exasperate the child?
Thus impairs Abba Father’s heart

Earthly mothers
Why do you have to spoil child’s heart?
Thus gives wrong signal

Earthly parents and grandparents
Be more cooperative
Stop confusing the obedient children

Tojiru Yoshiko


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 10 February 2016

My dad sits on a chair and opens my son’s blue rainbow Doraemon umbrella. Suddenly, he removes the rainbow Doraemon design cloth. I thought he is repairing it. Suddenly, he breaks it. My son cries. I attempt to stop him from continuing to do so. He doesn’t care. My mum appears and is shocked. She quickly points that is not the spoilt umbrella. Then she takes out my spoilt blue umbrella. However, dad’s words towards my son are extremely hurtful, “You have many other favourite toys. This is nothing. Anyway one branch has been broken.” Cut another branch pieces. My son’s and my heart breaks. That’s so hurting. The more he breaks, the more my heart breaks. Is that how he did when I was young? He still says he wants his children to be united.

However, now I beg to differ. My siblings lack of cooperation is inherited from my parents’ siblings generation. When the Lord bless me through partnerships with the same vision, mission and values, I have to exercise partial judgment. My partners and I shouldn’t let our family members enter into the company to promote cooperative spirit and teamwork. Most family members tend to cause the downhill of cooperativeness. Can provide them financially, but not involved into the partnership company. I can only thank the Lord’s grace and mercy to find favour from the higher management corporate people including my business mentor.

At night, my dad quickly tells me that my son plays with ice cube. I immediately step into the kitchen and I question my son, “Do you play with ice cube?” He nods. Then he asks, “is there an evidence?” My heart aches. Again I question, he answers, “yes.” Instantly, I WhatsApp Uncle WY, “My heart aches when my dad tells me to confront my son for playing ice cube. He nods then begins to say, “is there an evidence?” Please pray for the Lord’s will be done. I feel so speechless.” I really surrender my husband to God. I give up to God. I want my son to grow to be strong in God’s values. In the end, after I repeatedly seek God to forgive then I confess to him that I’m the one who wants to die. I feel so much better. Then he compliments me for doing the right thing. Next he comforts me to laughter as the best medicine.

God bless you all for reading my poetry to minister. 

Love Is Being

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Love is being open and vulnerable
Open to give love
Vulnerable to hurts and pains
Having patience to love and
Caring the needs of being loved
Bringing peace into fearful hearts
Longsuffering to fulfill His love
Full of kindness to the sinners

Goodness abounds the sinners
Gentle to bring hope and repentance
Blessing
Self control to the receiver of love

When the sinner
Lives in darkness
Selfishness abounds
Unlovable
Hateful
Greedy
Self addict

Love is God’s care for
The mankind
His creation
To solve our
Needs for
Being
Love

Immanuel
Jesus Christ
Son of God
God incarnate
The Lord
The Messiah
The Saviour of our souls
He saves
Instill joy into our needy hearts


Inspiration On: Sunday, 30 June 2013 from 2:09am to 2:09pm

When the painful moment occurred, I was enjoying my play with my three years son. We were playing his favourite kitchen toy set. Dashing into my brother’s room to offer a cup of coffee. Running to and fro. Putting the pans back onto the stove. A quiet brute force knocked onto the back of my spine playfully. Extremely painful. Enough to let tears well up in my eyes. My mother in law appeared and scolded him. Leading him to run towards my mother, but she rebuked him gently. Dashed into my mother’s room. Hiding behind the bed feeling guilty (I guess). Upon the pain was gone, my hands lost strength when I attempted to turn door knob. Waiting for a few minutes, my strength returned. I gently spoke to my mother in law to let the matter rest since he is still young.

Approaching my guilt-stricken hiding son behind the bed, he seemed hesitant to come out. Fearful of his predicament. Thank God for the understanding that he is still so young and the compassion He instilled upon me. Embracing my son, gently reason with him, and explain spine was the most sensitive part of the body. Nobody should hit such vulnerable section. No hitting spine and don’t let anybody to hit his. Finally, he came out and embraced me.

Upon reflecting this in the midnight, I realised love is open and vulnerable. More words flowed out as I revisited this poetry and remembered Galatians 5:22-23 (NIV), “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.”