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Changes

tiniewong — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 13:56:24 +0000

I wish I could freeze time. Stop life from moving from what I’m used to, comfortable with, secure in. I want to think that my parents will be here in my life forever, that they will always be a part of my familiar surroundings. I want to think that my little baby sister will always be our baby and that she’ll always be there to play with. It shocks me when I cast my mind back to a happy moment of yesteryear and then realise that so much has changed since then, that things are no longer the same. They were younger then, not as frail. She was still at home, a constant in my world. Yearning for the past is pitiful because that’s when life begins to unravel and to lose its sense of meaning. When we stop anticipating the future, that’s when life stops. And so with considerable effort, I change my paradigm and cast my mind forward. I will never enjoy change, but I know it is inevitable, and so I welcome it. Change can grow us, but I would rather be grown and ready for change. So prepare me for what’s ahead, God. Help me to be brave.

Hero

tiniewong — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 16:17:13 +0000

Hero

by Tina Wong 1993

Me, I’m the one with the innocent smile

The well-behaved, thoughtful angel

Athene, the goddess of wisdom

Me, I am no beautiful Helen

My visage won’t stir the goddess Bellona

I don’t have the greatness of Cleopatra

But maybe the selfishness

And I’m not one to be taken over by Aphrodite

I’m not the beautiful priestess Hero or tragic Juliet

End my life for the sake of love? Never!

Me, I’m no sports heroine

I can’t catch a ball or hit a home run

I’m always the last one chosen for a team

Atlanta would find running against me a breeze

Me, I don’t have the wit of Ariadne

The psychic ability of Cassandra

Or the humour of the Muse Thalia

My heroic talents are nought

But I have been with hero Odysseus

I have journeyed with him to

Vietnam, Hong Kong, New Zealand and Australia

We have fought against the one-eyed monster in the cupboard

The evil dog-headed creature under my bed

Me, I have looked up into the amazing skies of Urania

Dreamt of meeting Iris at the end of the rainbow

And having a box of blessings like Pandora

Me – yesterday I was dreaming

Today I am advancing

Tomorrow, achieving

If you’d like to know more of me,

Drop by the Prince Court Chinese Restaurant at Yeronga

I’ll tell you all about me

All my wishes, dreams and goals

Come sail with me and Odysseus

Sail with us to the land of success

Me, I’m the one with the outrageous childhood dreams

The one to be the hero of fulfilling them

Salvation Again

tiniewong — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 14:28:49 +0000

Salvation Again

By Tina Wong 2007

The waves of grief engulfed me

And beat my spirit limp

They tossed me about like debris

Swirling towards death’s brink

Lungs burned with each desperate breath

My body a tonne of lead

Surrendered to the fury of sorrow

A comatised corpse, almost dead

Yet in the ocean of unending pain

A secure rope I did find

At the end of it, a steady hand

My Saviour, my Lifeline

Rescued once from death to life

Now rescued a second time

What Saviour is this who comes for me?

Such grace must be Divine

The imagination is a powerful engine of creativity

tiniewong — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:27:19 +0000

The imagination is a powerful engine of creativity. The ability to imagine is divinely granted and the imagination kept alive by its constant use. Before I set out to create something, I ask myself, “What is everybody else doing?” I then determine to not do that, and instead blaze a new trail. That is what creating is all about. It is astounding what one’s imagination is capable of producing when challenged. Have you honestly gone to the brink of your imagination? The paradox is that when you do, your imagination will stretch beyond where you take it. It will expand and adopt new boundaries. God is the most wonderful Creator. He is THE original Creator! With Him, anything is possible. So I ask Him each day to fill my mind with His most extravagant imaginings, and not a single day of my life is boring or void of colour.