On a Sunday morning, a sharp awful smell came out of nowhere. A lady who was sitting beside me asked my nose sense. Flap!! Flap!! So stinky! Flap!! Flap!! She rested her hands from flapping the newspaper. Then she flapped again. Her flapping eased the awful smell. And I could sense the flapped wind freshen the air pollution. However, such continuum action stirred the other listeners’ attention to her during the preaching. A pastor from behind approaches her. She immediately explained the place she sat stinks. However, the pastor didn’t hear it. So he called her. A minute had passed. She stood up and went behind to meet the pastor.
Let us see from different perspectives.
From the congregations’ perspectives, it disturbed their time to listen to the preaching from the pulpit. They were utterly disrupted from their hearing focus.
The lady was concentrating on the preaching yet she needed to bear the smell. She bore the smell to the point of unbearable breathing. Opening her bag, she was looking for things to ease her nostril. A newspaper helped her to ease her pain. That’s the only thing for her to do so. Flapping it freshen the air and ease her breathing.
A pastor’s perspective felt that it disrupted the congregation. So he decided to approach her. However, he couldn’t hear her explanation and called her. She walked to him to explain herself. However, the people who sat at my row bore the stinky smell silently and quickly left.
What can we learn from here? Investigate the source of the smell. Stop hurting the congregation. Congregation and the church staff need to collaborate to solve the air pollution. Don’t let it continue. This can be likened to a sin that was not tackled. Once it becomes worse, it’ll affect everyone.
Please share your perspective on this issue.
Dwelling in quietness
Amidst the crowd
No lonely feeling
Peaceful feeling instead
The time to enjoy
The rest in my heart and mind
Eyes are at rest with the scenery
Lost in music from Walkman in my ear
Losing myself in imagination
Inspiration On: Thursday, 27 June 2013 at 11:25pm to 11:36pm
Such feelings are generated when I read Terry’s inspiration at her blog. Enjoy.
Adults tend to express pain
With words but children express pain in
Tears automatically but is effective
Inspiration On: Thursday, 13 June 2013 at 2:37am
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 18 June 2013 at 12:37am
Steel cover humans
Humans cover steel
Daily driving on
The asphalt road
Pass gas out
Fart gas out
Of their butt
Gas of pollution
Destroying the environment
Destroying people’s health
Destroying animals’ habitat
Its final destruction
Is global warming
Inspiration On: Sunday, 16 June 2013 at 7:34pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 18 June 2013 at 12:08pm
I have been thinking of describing vehicles from its materials.
In this computerized age
In this digital age
In this Internet era
Ring each other to talk
Type and click send
Immediate and effective
All are completed in a flash
With a tap of our finger
More information sharing
Move around Internet
Waiting to be tapped
Can we live
Are we more at rest?
Or craving for more?
Inspiration On: Sunday, 16 June 2013 at 5:16am
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 17 June 2013 at 11:57pm
When a question hit my head, I realised that I will draw more and read more books with music. The question was “What will you do without the Internet?”
There exists people belong
To two categories.
Extreme to each category
Very few in-between
The two categories are
Trust others too much
Believe others too much
Treat others are nice like themselves
Either being cheated or betrayed
Reveal self too much
Distrust others too much
Believe self too much
Treat others are cunning like themselves
Either cheat or betray
Refusing saying too much.
Do you wonder this yourself?
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 8 May 2013 at 11:34pm
Inspiration On: Thursday, 9 May 2013 at 1:36am
My mother told me that my dad is a very trusting person whose life and money were sucked by his friends. Then I was inspired with this poetry title and the poetry flowed later on. The book of Proverbs described the contrast between the naive, prudent, and the wicked. As I observe and scrutinize my parents, I realized i have a prudent mother. If not for her, I won’t be able to study in Singapore to get bachelor. Her motto (translated to English) is, “Though not cheating, prevent self from being cheated.” Then I wonder about myself and reflect the above poetry.
What is the medium of poetry?
How is the poetry woven?
Is poetry the medium?
The medium of artists’ inner expressions?
Or are artists the medium?
Are artists poet?
Are poets writers?
What is the medium?
Inspiration On: Monday, 6 May 2013 at 11:43pm
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 8 May 2013 at 4:14am
Line 1 to 5 and 8 to 9 flowed out then line 6 to 7 came as I revisited it again.