The World

It is ugly

It is scary

It is full of hatred

It is the world.

Look closely

You'll see

So much sorrows

So much pain

So much evil

It is the world

Everyday

Tragedy rules

In the headlines

In people's lives

In people's heart

In this world.

And yet

they have turned away

from the ultimate joy

the ultimate One

Full of love

that could save

This world.

It is so clear

It is so certain

We need more

of this love

to beautify lives

In this world.

Still

People made their hearts

Into stones

and then complain

about the tragedies

When they

Could have make

a BIG difference.

This

is the world.

So come

brothers and sisters

Let us strive

to be prayer warriors

So this infinite love

Can give endless hope

that counters evil.

It may be exhausting

And costly

BUT

this is the world.

Hepi CNY to y'all!

The poem, which sadly is not even a lousy poem (I'm not born a poet!Pls forgive me for that), was inspired by a discovery of an ugly truth :)

I just found out this morning that my house was suppose to be my neighbour's house...ermm, you see, my house is a corner/side house with empty land by the side. So next to my house is another house with a strip of empty land, it is the beginning of another stretch of houses.

When my parents paid deposit for this house which they purchased13 years ago (or longer than that), they actually paid for these two side houses. Right now, I am living in one side house, but my grandma is living in the house next to mine now, the second house in this stretch of houses, not the other side house which my parents had paid the deposit for.

It was only now that I found out that my neighbour did some 'dirty work' which was probably a bribe, to get that side house which my parents had paid deposit for.

Wow, this world is really ugly. And my neighbours are really difficult to love. They are wonderful examples of 'this world', so ugly, so sorrowful, so terrible. This is only one example of the evil things they did...and there's a long, long list of sich things they did. I will never look at them the same way as I did.

And yet, I have to love them, hoping that one day they will repent for their wrongdoings and sins. It id difficult...but the Lord's love keep me going.

Brothers and sisters, do keep each other in our prayers...because there are so many people like this in this world.