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November 14, 2018

A way in which God and positivity are linked

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What a glowing picture of the son of man.

 “12 I turned around to see the voice that was speaking to me. And when I turned I saw seven golden lampstands, 13 and among the lampstands was someone like a son of man,[d] dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. 14 The hair on his head was white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. 15 His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. 16 In his right hand he held seven stars,and coming out of his mouth was a sharp, double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.” Revelations 1:12-16 (NIV)


And he descended with all His glory,

Upon the mountains,

In stormy clouds,

Gail, rain and hail.

I thought I saw an angel,

But it was actually God.

God the Father

Had come again.


God the Father, defends me, gives me positivity, security, assurance, a sense of reliability.

The traits of God the Father are

  1. He is the source of life

He contributes to the life of his children.

  1. He lovingly corrects us
  2. He provides for our needs
  3. He gives us His wisdom

His word is the ultimate source of wisdom and truth.

  1. He always welcomes us back

He always comes running to us.






October 14, 2013

God, make me beautiful

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make me beautiful as Eden,

as the 7-day creation,

before Adam and Eve disobeyed,

and sin entered the world.



make me beautiful,

as the love marks on your palms,

the crown of thorns on your head,

and the empty grave which you once lay.



make me beautiful as heaven,

like the holiness of the saints,

like the new heaven and new earth.


Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.”- 1 Peter 3:3-4





October 6, 2013

The Language of the Heart – video format

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Here’s my recital of the poem I wrote “The Language of the Heart”. Enjoy! Do leave a comment if you have any ideas about what the language of the heart may mean. Thank you!

April 6, 2013

The Language of the Heart

Filed under: How we relate to God,poetry,Relationships — applecherrypipz @ 8:09 am
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God, do you hear the language of my heart?

Beating away
rhythm to an intelligent pulse
sometimes fast, sometimes slow
sometimes loud, sometimes soft,
Whispering “I love you, I love you.”
“I live for you, I live for you.”

Words cannot express what it is saying,
it beats to a rhythm, to a purpose higher than its own.
It sings the songs of angels,
it tells of great wonders.

With every moment in time,
it weaves a tapestry of voices, of emotions
From deep within my soul and spirit,
reaching up and touching God’s heart.

It speaks of a language far away
a country often spoken of
a wondrous people,
a kingdom,

The language of my heart…

If you have any ideas of what the language of the heart may mean, please leave a comment!:)

March 19, 2013

“Intellectual beauty”

Is there something within us that craves for a much higher intellectual plane, something that can be called intellectual beauty? What is beautiful about our intellect? Is it something sublime and transcendent, nearly deified by Shelley?

This lyric hymn, written in 1816, is Shelley’s earliest focused attempt to incorporate the Romantic ideal of communion with nature into his own aesthetic philosophy.

Does the phrase “intellectual beauty” refer to the working of the mind or intellect, or the intellectual idea of beauty? Suppose intellect and beauty were demonstrated to have a close relationship in this poem.

The meaning of intellectual in the poem, according to The Oxford anthology of English Literature 1973, refers to the 18th century meaning “beyond the senses”.

It seems in a way deified by Shelley, as it shows him working to incorporate Wordsworthian ideas of nature, in some ways the most important theme of early Romanticism,into his own poetic project and connecting his idea of beauty to his idea of human religion, thus making that theme explicitly his own.

Is it primarily our intellect that differentiates human beings from animals? Perhaps this poem has implications for ideas of evolution and creation that seek to explain what humanity is in scientific terms. How can we apply the ideas in this poem to our own attitudes towards academia, education and related areas?

I suppose what I gain from this poem is learning how to admire the relationship between intellect, beauty and religion, just as one admires natural beauty. It’s just another aspect of God’s creation! I have also learnt how to appreciate Romantic ideals of beauty as defined by Shelley, something connected to religion that has transcendent qualities. Isn’t it great to have ideals from time to time!

Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
By Percy Bysshe Shelley  (1792–1822)

THE AWFUL shadow of some unseen Power

  Floats though unseen among us,—visiting
  This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower,—
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,         5
    It visits with inconstant glance
    Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening,—
    Like clouds in starlight widely spread,—
    Like memory of music fled,—        10
    Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.

Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate

  With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
  Of human thought or form,—where art thou gone?        15
Why dost thou pass away and leave our state,
This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
    Ask why the sunlight not for ever
    Weaves rainbows o’er yon mountain-river,
Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown,        20
    Why fear and dream and death and birth
    Cast on the daylight of this earth
    Such gloom,—why man has such a scope
For love and hate, despondency and hope?

No voice from some sublimer world hath ever

  To sage or poet these responses given—
  Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven,
Remain the records of their vain endeavour,
Frail spells—whose uttered charm might not avail to sever,
    From all we hear and all we see,        30
    Doubt, chance, and mutability.
Thy light alone—like mist o’er mountains driven,
    Or music by the night-wind sent
    Through strings of some still instrument,
    Or moonlight on a midnight stream,        35
Gives grace and truth to life’s unquiet dream.

Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds depart

  And come, for some uncertain moments lent.
  Man were immortal, and omnipotent,
Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art,        40
Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart.
    Thou messenger of sympathies,
    That wax and wane in lovers’ eyes—
Thou—that to human thought art nourishment,
    Like darkness to a dying flame!        45
    Depart not as thy shadow came,
    Depart not—lest the grave should be,
Like life and fear, a dark reality.

While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped

  Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,        50
  And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing
Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed;
    I was not heard—I saw them not—
    When musing deeply on the lot        55
Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing
    All vital things that wake to bring
    News of birds and blossoming,—
    Sudden, thy shadow fell on me;
I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!        60

I vowed that I would dedicate my powers

  To thee and thine—have I not kept the vow?
  With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now
I call the phantoms of a thousand hours
Each from his voiceless grave: they have in visioned bowers        65
    Of studious zeal or love’s delight
    Outwatched with me the envious night—
They know that never joy illumed my brow
    Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free
    This world from its dark slavery,        70
    That thou—O awful LOVELINESS,
Wouldst give whate’er these words cannot express.

The day becomes more solemn and serene

  When noon is past—there is a harmony
  In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,        75
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
    Thus let thy power, which like the truth
    Of nature on my passive youth
Descended, to my onward life supply        80
    Its calm—to one who worships thee,
    And every form containing thee,
    Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind
To fear himself, and love all human kind.

February 27, 2013

Some images of beauty

Filed under: poetry — applecherrypipz @ 11:42 am
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-a dancer on a carousel-

-a princess with a swan-

-a butterfly on an eggshell-

-a raindrop on a rose-

-a camel in an oasis-

-a house freshly built-

-a tree in winter-

-snow on a mountain top-

-autumn leaves on green pond-

-a woman bedecked with jewels-

-a crown on a glass shoe-

-freshly baked melting brownies-

and much more…

how much the world can offer to us.

December 20, 2011

Hear his voice

“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.” John 10: 27

Jesus offers us a deep, intimate relationship with Him. learning to discern God’s voice and hear from Him is therefore such an interesting and exciting aspect of being saved, of being God’s child and Jesus’ disciple.

His Whisper

It is gentle and soft—almost airy
With a message designed for my ears only;
It drips with sweetness, draws my spirit close,
And protects the trust that experience knows.

It is hushed and tranquil and floats on the breeze
And the love that it carries buckles my knees,
And reminds me that I’m His priceless treasure
By promising a love that will not be severed.

Behind it He hides, until I am still
And eager and anxious in both soul and will.
It drifts on the air until reaching my heart,
And it speaks softly, “How precious thou art.”

It seduces my senses as I draw near to listen
And quiets the world’s roaring insistence.
Earthquakes and fires may light up the sky,
But, alas, His whisper will gently pass by.

– Submitted by member, Kristen Clark with His Witness Ministries

December 7, 2011

Like a Rose, trampled on the ground

Filed under: poetry — applecherrypipz @ 5:02 am
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From the song “Above All” by Michael W. Smith:

“Like a rose

trampled on the ground

You took the fall

and thought of me

Above all.”

Parallels between a trampled rose and Jesus’ death on the cross.

September 7, 2011

I’m back!

Filed under: How we relate to God,Identity,poetry — applecherrypipz @ 9:54 pm
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Hi dear readers, after writing for this blog since 2009 and having about 1 year breaks in-between, I think I’m back. This time, I think I wish to write more steadily and regularly.

When I ponder the beautiful stars in the sky,
and see my sick demise,
I am filled with grief,
and think I can never compare
to that awesome power out there
who created the heavens and the earth,
who nestled me in his hand,
and said “I love you”.


December 7, 2009


Filed under: Bible verses,poetry — applecherrypipz @ 9:10 am
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I have been interning at Ethos (, a famous local publishing firm in Singapore and reading a number of award winning Singaporean Literature books for the purposes of proofreading as part of my job. Thank god for such an opportunity! who gets to read award winning literature as their job! haha

I really liked this poem:

HOMECOMING by Alvin Pang

On that day the tide will turn
and softly bring its crested head
to rest on the cheek of shore.

The jambu tree will shed
moist leaves, returning to earth
its debt of tears

Every cloud will move
into its chosen place. Even the sun
will understand their boldness

For so long i have listened to the call
of mountains in their loneliness
The river’s thirst to follow ocean.

I know the years trapped in you
like so many birds, their wings
the very flutter of your heart.

At that hour, I will uncage
your body’s sadness with my own,
and make the sound locks make

springing open.


22We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. 24For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? 25But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.”

Romans 8 NIV

Can you hear the life sustaining rhythmn pulsing through the whole of creation, passionately ,quietly, restlessly groaning, groaning, groaning for the time when all things shall be made perfect in God?

Indeed, I feel that longing is one of the central themes of this poem, vividly fleshed out in all this imagery of nature. It’s as if every breath of wind, every rushing wave towards the shore, the throbbing sense of loneliness pervading the cities..even the fast, quiet heartbeat of a mouse, is sighing with restless anticipation for this inexpressible hope.

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