Together Strong

Take your two hands and ball them into fists:

Bring them together to meet in the midst.

You and I, two as one, together strong!

When storms come roaring will we carry on.

We two elements, a crucible need:

In fire we melt, inseparable we be.

Take the best of mine and the best of thine,

And under life’s pressures may we combine –

Till your fleeting step is in perfect time

With that weak, tired, halting step of mine.

So close to me, that if and when I fall:

Your arms are there to catch me ‘ere I call.

In fire and heat or in water and cold,

May we shine brighter still as purest gold.

May people see as we continue on:

You and I one – together, we are strong!

And if it truly please the God above

That much time is given for us to love,

That as these seconds stretch forth into hours –

Into days and years – we will never flounder!

That as together we do now grow old,

And we start for the many years to slow –

That this flame we lit on this day of bliss

Burns more brighter than the first time we kissed!

May each stepping stone I face with you here,

Bring me joy and delight to have you near.

So God, on this day, take our trembling hands –

Bind them with Your great Love’s unfailing bands!

Be our shield, our shelter and high tower,

Guard our promises with Your great power.

That as we get old and time goes on,

You and I will continue on – together strong!

For Eric and Emily on their wedding day

23 – 06 – 2018

Ref: Psa 66:12 – Zec 13:9 – Hos 11:4 – 2Sa 22:3 – Ecc 4:12


Perish the Thought

Many mountains, many valleys

For my lady’s love I’ve fought

Hold her close. Cherish her long.

To ever let go, perish the thought

Made a vow, for worse or better

In slums and mansions

Be we richer or poorer

Love you no matter the tensions

I will forever strive to perfect me

To be all that I was meant to be

A protector and burden-bearer

An example to all who see

You to be, the apple of my eye

The prize and treasure of my life

With whom my heart resides

My sweet and beautiful wife

And on life’s stormy seas

And twisting valleys and ravines beneath

Press on, determined still to find

The Promised Land to us bequeathed

Come the dragons, lions, and giants

The monsters of the hoary depths

The wind, ice, and fire

There’s none too great a test

Hand in hand, on life’s road

Where treachery and woe abode

I will fight to your hand hold

No matter what doth come and go

That I my mind may change

That I will somehow not be the same

Young man striving for perfection

But for the worse be changed

That to you I would break my vows

Think this absurdity no more

I have sworn to my grave

I perish the thought!

For this I have determined

From long time before

That when I would give up

I perish the thought!

If I be tempted, if I, God forbid, fall

And find myself on the floor fraught

That I stay down and rise no more

Perish the thought!

When the fire no longer glows

And the snow is no longer cold

The wind no longer blows

Then forget all you’ve been told

When the stars from their place fall

And the moon and earth collide

The birds and crickets no longer sing

And the seconds cease in time

When the waves cease upon the sand

And the sun rise no more

Till I’ve fulfilled all I ought

Perish the thought

That with you I no longer dance

And by the moonlight no more 

Hold your hands as our lips kiss

Perish the thought


Seven-fold Band

I drew them with cords of a man, with bands of love: 
Hosea 11:4a

A threefold cord is not quickly broken.
Ecclesiastes 4:12b

Whether worse, or better
For poorer or richer
Be it sickness, or health
In poverty or wealth
You to love and cherish
May our love still flourish
May this love ‘tween us the tie that binds
As our two lives into one entwined
If these solemn vows I say and this wedding day
The mark of when we threw our single lives away
And as it were, we became one tied together
With a thin band of words meant to last forever –
Then may these vows, words, the binding band
That our still fragile young love demands
Be made of the finest tempered steel
To last whatever comes from left field
Fine as gold, so all they who behold
Will see our love as that to be sought
Like the high value of precious rocks
That with your blood can only be bought
May this thin band be hard as diamond
Unflinching, priceless and defiant
Yet soothing, calming, soft like the breeze
Healing wounds and carry us when weak
May this thin band, never rust nor fade
Never corrode, crack, snap, break, or age.
But through every great fire and every howling storm
Surrounded by foes or desperately alone
May this thin band stand the test of time
From this day forth that I make you mine.
And if one band to thee, not enough
Then go take six more and bind me up.
They say two bands are very hard to crack open
And a three fold cord is not easily broken
But they also say that seven is perfection
And that’s what I see when I see our reflection
So take these cords and bands in thy hands
And make our love a seven-fold band
Motivated by Roje
Written for Sam and Rachel on their special day.
Dedicated to every couple who desire to last forever


Life use to be simple. Emotions clear.

Friends were friends, nothing to fear.

The kiss of a friend, the shake of a hand.

They were all signs of a friend, an honest man.

But now I look in your face and wonder what you hide.

Wonder what you really think, when you confide.

Now I no longer trust what I’m told.

Now that I’m no longer young but old.

I look deep into your face, trying to place

The words you say, wondering what parts you erase.

Trying to see through the layers of wax.

Wondering what parts of you are real and which are fake.

Wish I could light a candle, and watch it all melt.

So I can see what you really meant, what you really felt.

Tired of people, covered in wax, trying to pas what twasn’t.

Wish I could go back to a time where wax wasn’t.

Wanna be able to step in and know you mean it.

I wanna know that you really feel it.

What will I see, if I melt your wax away?

Is it really you who I’ll find at the end of the day?

Are you a person sincere, without wax.

Or have you coated white wax over the black?


Story behind the poem:

Sincere can be traced to a root meaning ‘without wax’. Below is an excerpt from Wikipedia about the possible explanations for it:

“An often repeated folk etymology proposes that sincere is derived from the Latin sine = withoutcera = wax. According to one popular explanation, dishonest sculptors in Rome or Greece would cover flaws in their work with wax to deceive the viewer; therefore, a sculpture “without wax” would mean honesty in its perfection.[4] Another explanation is that this etymology “is derived from a Greeks-bearing-gifts story of deceit and betrayal. For the feat of victory, the Romans demanded the handing over of obligatory tributes. Following bad advice, the Greeks resorted to some faux-marble statues made of wax, which they offered as tribute. These promptly melted in the warm Greek sun.” ref:

Wax is often used to make sculptures of people. Real people, but it’s just wax. After several bad experiences scarred me, I now almost always find myself questioning the person’s motives and intents. Do they really mean what they say? Or are they just made of wax? Faking for who-knows-what-reason. Is this person really sincere, without wax, or are they insincere, NOT without wax :).



Nothing’s Wrong aka Storm’s Will Come

There once was a battlefield where all was silent.

From foxholes and ditches rose the heads of men defiant.

The weathered general looked around, looked hard, looked long.

Said to his men, There’s nothing wrong except there’s nothing wrong.

Not long after, they found themselves pinned down,

Surrounded by the enemy. The enemy all around.

There’s nothing wrong except there’s nothing wrong.

Does everything look bright? Keep sharp, stay strong.

Cause storms will come, right when nothing’s wrong.

It has been said that when things are bad, look up,

Cause things are sure to brighten up.

But when things are looking good, brace yourself.

Lest you start running when the rain pelts.

Friendships may be strong and good, but when the storm comes.

Then you find out what they’re made of, what they become.

Watch what you promise, what you do, what you say.

Because storms will come and test you, one day.

When living on a mountain, on an endless high.

Look out, cause the fall is hard when you’re up in the sky.

Those promises you make when feeling on top of it all,

Are only as good as you can deliver when you feel small.

True people aren’t rated by how they’re seen.

They’re rated by the storms in which they’ve been.

The greatest tree can fall down in a storm,

Even though it was big and majestic, it’s gone.

Will you hold when the fire burns?

When the cold numbs?

Will you fight on, in the thunder and hail?

Will you go on, and refuse to fail?

Will you hold true to your word?

Or are you the coward that runs before the sword?

Batten down the hatches. Remember what has been said and done.

Because storms will come . . . .



Story behind the poem:

This poem was inspired by the movie, ‘We Were Soldiers’: “Nothing’s wrong except there’s nothing wrong!” I was reading in a book, that “If we’re having a hard time, hold on, because it will eventually go away. But if everything’s fine, hold on, because the boat is going to be rocked soon.”

I guess I’ve come to realise that this applies to friendships, projects, and promises as well. We feel on top of the world, tackle a project, start well. But then the storm comes, and we give up. We promise to do something, but the storm wears us down. Friendships. There are so many examples. This is one that is closest to home for me: The bridegroom says to the bride, “I do.” And they both vow to be together for better or worse. Yeah right. Because the stats for divorce, are horrendous. What happened to all those ‘solemn’ vows? The storms came, and they revealed who the people really were at heart. Storms have a knack for revealing who we really are.

Nothing’s wrong, except nothing’s wrong. Are you expecting a storm? Are you going to be able to hold true to your word when the storm comes? BECAUSE A STORM WILL COME!