Just goes unsaid, unexpressed, remain shrouded and hidden.
The sudden reality check when what seems to be reality in the lights, glitter, sounds, voices and movement of people milling around. News that pain, that arouses ache- what lasts?
The sympathy and pain for a family’s trials.
The sweat and hair flying, stinging the face as the polluted KL air and wind I have been accustomed to whips a frenzy all around, and a song is hummed.
The sordid mix of fear, dull ache long now gone.
The resonance of praise and agreement proclaiming one thing, God’s greatness.
The sense of duty, of blood ties, of care to be given.
The intense joy at news of salvation found.
The disgust at an action, stinging remark, look.
The reluctance, the weariness, the search of purpose.
The commitment of many, the passion, the difference.
The beauty of guitars’ strummings’ praise filling, resounding of the four walls of the tiny room.
I guess..
He knows.
Then sings my soul
My Saviour God to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art