Tuesday, March 18, 2014

ANOTHER COLOR



In the blue noon, clouds are playing hide and seek,
I’m starring the beach and lying down on sand,
There’re plenty of ships, anchorage,
Suddenly, wind from the sea flows so quick
                Then I wake up to approach my Father,
                We’re going to walk around to see the color of those ships,
                They’re variant, so beautiful, so gorgeous,
                Those had kind of big type, new built, and old built either
“Are you watching colors of each ship?” Father asked
Life is not just black or white; it still has more colors making you confused,
They had a different typical and characteristic, may be need more care,
If you had choose ones which could be mend your attitude, keep it, don’t ever let it go,
Do not just see a physic or status cause it is blinded your heart,
Then, He’s just smile.
                I’m looking His face and thinks to what He’s just said,
                He speaks so soft till I thought that ship is described like a girl,
                Or He tries to read my mind, about my feeling,
                Then I feel a huge force to say a thing at Him,
“I know what you’re going to say My son, It’s definitely her.” He said.
You’re both born with the same color,
Running, falling, and arise with Me,
Looks not her physic, less, or status if you really love her,
Remember this, “Her less is your excess, your less is her excess.”
That’s why I created the world to complete each other,
Take care of her; she shall do anything you never thought,
She will become a flame at home, or she becomes a fresh air,
It depends on how much you care of her,
Raise her head when she cries; soothe her heart when she panics
Avoid to what she hatred; seek not her mistake if you don’t know what she did,
When you ready, I’ll come to see you both in front of Me
Behold this My beloved son:
If she loves you, she must love Me either.
If she loves Me because of you, she is just forced and doesn’t love Me truly
He’s finished the last words, and holds my hand along with Him
                I am nod and remember that’s all depends on me,
                It’s not just a color, but it’s a choice to choose what the right one is.
                But the most important thing is she prior to love my Father than me.