Lagu Rohani dan Karya

Akhir akhir ini, lagu lagu rohani memenuhi playlist-ku. Segala romansa dan inspirasi, semua tertuju pada hal rohani ini. Aku merasa terpanggil untuk menciptakan lagu-lagu untuk memuji Tuhan. Menciptakan satu saja, mungkin akan sangat menyenangkan. Namun, itu tak mudah karena aku seringkali kehilangan sense of artist atau romansa seniman kala membuat suatu karya. Kala menulis cerita, kebanyakan masih belum bisa sampai selesai. Kala mencoba menciptakan lagu, selalu hanya reffnya saja. Nampaknya aku kudu mencoba terus dalam hal ini. Bagaimanapun, aku ingin sekali berbagi rasa dan kisah tentang apa yang kualami melalui suatu karya. Satu saja, pasti akan sangat menyenangkan; apalagi kalau bisa dinikmati orang lain; luar biasa jadinya!

Tribute to Fellows

Jam 22.55 p.m.
Sebelum menuju ke peraduan yang hangat dan penuh mimpi, kusempatkan menulis satu puisi. Sebuah dedikasi dan penghormatanku pada kawan-kawanku, dimanapun mereka berada:

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Tribute to Fellows (dari tumblr saya)

There's somebody out there 

Runs after the same victory

At mine, he always stare

For me, he claps happily

//

Neither cousins nor relatives

Could be a decent companion

yet he, old friends, new butties

thousand regards up to a million

From my grateful heart

That does always be the guard

in making life as if not hard

by realizing the fellowship and thank to God

Wooke, selamat malam, dunia... selamat malam musafir dan elang!

The Parable of The Knight

Sedang penuh inspirasi dan rahmat; aku bikin satu puisi malam ini. Suatu perumpamaan tentang kehidupan seseorang yang tiap hari kulihat, yang digambarkan sebagai ksatria. Ini dia:

The knight is back,

Bringing triumph from the war

and bravery and courage in a sack

to be shown to people

in the village,

to prove that he does not crumble

The knight's also called hero

for he could fight his own sorrow

and the others', and the fellows'

He's the brave one

among the challengers

among his enemies

Glory, glory, the hero!

Then, he does still ride

Grasping his dreams and pride

his family's, and comrades'

Once he was forlorn

cuz he has no wife, even a minion, no

He strives alone,

When he got wounded,

nobody but his mother nursed

"That's a great grace from God," he says

He sighs,

"I do need someone else like mother!"

"I will it, and I'll strike a blow for it," he says further

"For love," the knight hails and go farther...

Gambar: http://www.stuartwilde.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/SW_Tired_Templar.jpg