The forever wait

The forever wait

By May Kwek

It has been a good three months

Since the A levels left me

Yet sometimes I remember and wonder

About this memory

Time has faded its clarity

I am not longer as sure

Of exactly what I did

Though that I worked hard is clear

And now as February draws to a close

And the results come ever nearer

What I got seems to loom over me

Like a questions that lingers

Most times I forget about it

And have fun and rest

Then when I am not watching it catches me

With “did you do your best?”

Of course I did!

That I surely know

I had never worked so hard

Didn’t think it was possible to do so

Yet I can’t help but plan

My road if I did badly

If I didn’t get what I wanted

What degree would be handy?

Oh I wish I would know already

This wait is too long

Better to accept my results reality

And have the question gone!

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

The voices of the wind

The voices of the wind

By May Kwek

Quiet now, keep still

And gently close your eyes

Tilt your head slightly upwards

Towards the glorious sky

Can you hear the wind blowing?

Just beside your ear?

Listen, can hearing it speaking?

About things far and near?

Taste the cold wind swept air

 And hear the wind rush like the sea

Then you know as the wind has told

That a storm will come eventually

Or perhaps a whispering rush

That hurries through the trees

Calling you, yes, calling you

“Quickly! Come and see!”

Or maybe the breeze that blows

Everlasting by the sea

Telling tales of war and strength

And the peaceful and free

Or maybe the best voice of all

That the wind whispers in your ear

“Calm and peace be with you”

You know the Lord is near

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek

The grace of birds

The grace of birds

By May Kwek

If I wished to see flying grace

I need not look to a further place

Than at the bright coral blue sky

And the birds as they fly

As they dive, swoop and glide

Riding on the wind’s delight

As they hover, flap or call out their song

All through the day and the night long

Take the eagle soaring in the air

Circling the earth with deliberate care

With sharp eyes finding his prey

And diving down for his meal of the day

Or perhaps let’s take a swallow

Darting through the trees

Like an inky black crescent moon

Flying across skies we can’t see

Or maybe even a sparrow

Rounded with too much food

Comically falling before flying

Like a silly fool would

Yet they all fly in the sky

With a grace to which we can’t compare

So if I wanted to see gracefulness I would watch the skies

For I know I would find it there

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek