on a moderately long, breezy solo walk back home today morning, past twelve. I think the last time I was inspired to write anything close to poetry was in secondary school.
Was there ever a sacrifice so sweet?
Was there ever a God so meek?
Yet enthroned in heavens above!
Father, Son and Heavenly Dove!
To what on earth shall we cleave?
O bind us, Your blessed face to seek.
Teo Tian Meng
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