Pointing | Yoshiko

Out of sudden
Open doors
Doors of opportunities
Are laid out
At my sight

Feeling lost
Analyse every door
Lost in confusion
Fear creeps in
Pray to the Lord
Seeking His guidance

All door close
Except one door
Glistening lights
Beaming out gradually
Out of that door
A pointing hand points into
That glistening door
Leading my path

A path I will be going
Without knowing this path
With my Lord’s protection and care
His rod and staff comfort me

Inspiration On: Tuesday, 16 July 2013 at 3:34am to 4:01am

As I was thinking of my career path, the first stanza’s image appeared in my mind. There have been so many companies are looking for a full-time employee. When I apply for another position according to my interest, fear crept in of many job confirmation replies. Later on, there was a notion to apply job and leave the rest to God. So I sent my resume to a few companies.

Draw. Draw.
Draw straight line
On the paper.
Draw. Draw.
Draw until
out of the paper.
Stop!
“Clean it.”
Pointing finger.
Instinctively,
Using his pointing finger
Use finger as an eraser
To
Rub, rub
Rubbing slowly
Rub, rub
Rubbing patiently
Erasing the straight mark
On the table.

It’s gone!
What?!
It’s gone!

Inspiration On: Monday, 8 April 2013 from 1:40pm to 9:04pm

In the afternoon, my son and I were colouring with crayon. Suddenly, the straight line he drew was out of paper and left mark on the table. I told him to clean it by asking a cloth to wipe it. The reason for me to do so is hoping to instill a sense of responsibility into him. Unexpectedly, he used his finger to rub upon it and the crayon mark slowly disappeared. My eyes popped out in disbelief how he knows such a way.