Listen.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

The Nightingale and the Wren
their chit-chattering
are like church bells ringing
or like the cock and the hen.

As a kid, I fantasize
behind closed doors I idealize
of far horizons, stormy seas, and huge waves
since I was locked up perpetually in dark caves
in my mind an impressing golden reign
not that corrupted, that absurd
afraid of losing me, this thought, how insane
with sin layered world, this earth gonna be forsaken

Like a caged bird, I rebelled
the bars I had broken
flying out to the free world unspoken, I spelled
always alone, never had I spoken
but the world plates yelled
from deep down the ocean

the next tsunami in progress?
you may say no
since you really don´t know
my mind is in process
my inside intuition says a fatty YES.

every country has an implement
to register the coming tsunami
never take away that tool
IF you do, you are truly an earthly fool!
But we ought to be able to listen and to obey
just like when I pray, I listen
to what the Lord hath to say….



LATEST NOTE: Most buildings are collapsed, but the Church still stands tall, one of God´s Greatest Wonders in Palu-.SEE THE PICTURE, PLEASE
The Tsunami that occurred in Palu, a peaceful place on the Pretty Peninsula Sulawesi, the latest news just heard: the victims have increased now till over the 800 people.

Sylvia Frances Chan

AD. Saturday 22nd of Sep 2018
@ 6.00 hrs AM. West-Eur.Time