When I Come Home

When I come home,
I wish to see my wife and kiss her,
I wish to look at my son and smile,
I wish to hold my daughter and hug her,
I wish to dine with them and laugh.

When I come home,
I will pray for a peaceful living,
I will bless for my son's future,
I will pray for my daughter's days,
I will remember my wife's pain.

When I come home,
May I see hopes and dreams,
May I see breakthrough,
For my hands the Lord blesses,
And from Thy hands I claim.

- Larry Yap

From the Previous Blog (www.guardiansun.blogspot.com)

Piano

With every note, a companion of rhythm,

How can a song ever live without?

A man can walk the stars with the violin,

Explore depth of the oceans with the cello,

But who can express more than the maestro,

Seated before the piano?

His soul pours every wordless expression,

The world cannot feel his emotions,

Only able to savour each melody he plays.

He chooses silence, for a masterpiece written in tears.

-Larry

Made

I - am not an accident, forced to live on curses of mistakes.

I - am not a looser by birth, only loser by choice.

I - am not born to die, because I intend to live forever.

I - am not set for a goal on earth, but set for a higher call.

I am made, not a byproduct.

-Larry

回忆

人，我见过，认识过。
有些只是见过面的他，
平时也只有打个招呼的她。

在茫茫的人海中，我还是我，
平凡，一样，有时还怪怪的。
但是最近，想要寻找自己，
自己的特别，是因为你吗？

突然想梳头发，
想改换衣着，试穿牛仔裤。
从来没试过的，偏偏就要试。
可能以前的我，不是你等着，
不是你盼望的那个。

很希望，当我改变之后，
看见我时的微笑，
也会有所不同。我不知道。
如果看见我，没反应，
我也受之无愧，我微笑。
因为无论如何，回忆还有你。

- 叶楚安

The Naughty Trickster

Love is a naughty trickster,
He lets me speak of you amongst my friends,
and ties my tongue when I face your smile.

He is a madman with a sense of humor,
He lets my closest friend laugh at me a fool,
but makes me still blind to my foolishness.

He is a cruel man with mysterious intent,
He hides your imperfection from my sight,
and led me to find comfort in discomfort.

Love is a naughty trickster,
but He always knows best how to lead me,
and I pray that He leads me to you.

- Larry Yap

Stories in a Jar

Hidden beneath the ground is a jar
full of stories written but untold.
It's value not known if treasure or
is it gold?

Is it a secret or knowledge unknown
a source of strength for the soul?
Maybe it is a message or advise left
by a passing soul.

Hidden beneath the ground is a jar
it 's content intact and whole.
Who may unearth it and open the seal
to read the stories told?

- Larry Yap

Theme: Night

Full Moon at a Candlelight

Hope like a river flow,
For you to love me with all your soul.
It's like asking the sun to shine,
Under full moon's perfect glow.

A taste of wine and stake,
With string quartets playing Morzart.
In candlelight of silent night,
Will you mind if I ask you for a dance?

Time will tell no truth to me,
For you alone my heart's answer hold.
Will you be my love, Elizabeth,
If I ever ask you to hold my soul?

- Larry Yap


Midnight Talks

With you we walked with our hearts
and shared stories of our souls part by part.

It was the beauty of the shooting star
and the time spent laughing at our pasts that last.

We will wish to have more time to spend
and pray that time will slow down just one more sec.

But we know time and tide wait for no man
and still we want this conversation not to end - yet.

- Larry Yap

Written Like A Song

Your love is like a song, sung into my ears,
And reaches towards my blood,
It grips my beating heart, fills me with fire,
And it reaches for my soul.

Oh sweet melody of old, you never faltered,
And You are always near,
In my soul you made a home, and never left,
And it comforts me so.

The loveliest of poetry, how precious you are,
And more irreplaceable you are,
Is there more I could ask, or even imagine,
Then the seed of love you sow?

- Larry Yap

Theme: Love

The Man and The Woman

The greatest gift of a man to his woman,
Is his marriage vows unbroken,
The promise of his life for her's,
And the honesty of his soul.

The greatest gift of a woman to her man,
Is the gift of life from her womb,
The warmth of her company,
And her endless love for him.

- Larry Yap


Real Love

A broken heart pours out his love,
Like water gushing from a crack.

His heart wounded and his spirit scarred.

But no one can tear his love away,
Not from the one who broke his heart.

Who says a broken heart cannot love?

For a man who fears the the Lord,
He remembers his wedding vows.

Remember that till death do us part.

He chooses to love with a broken heart,
Even if she chooses to be apart.

- Larry Yap



One Who Loves

One who loves, loves like a man to his wife,
Unconditional and uncomplaining.

One who loves, loves like a father to his son,
Everlasting and uncompromising.

One who loves, loves like a man to his friend,
Ever prepared and unflinching.

One who loves like that, I found no other and nowhere,
Only in heaven, where God is there.

- Larry Yap

Theme: Future

 Never Loose Heart

Dreams are near to the young and the vigorous at heart.
Visions are fresh to the passionate and ages with time.
Love is fresh when seasoned but stales when left to rot.

-Larry Yap


The Paper Prayer

Lord,

Please prepare my bride,
Like how You prepare Yours.
Prepare my soul,
Like how You prepare for death.

For the day will come,

Where I need a home not a house,
I will die to me and live for her.
My bride will be my home on earth,
She will be my treasure here.

And I will love her with all my life,
Just as I love you.

- Larry Yap


My Child

My child, do not be my past,
Be it good or bad, it is my path,
It is my shadow and reflection,
But take the lessons I kept with it.

My child, do not fight with fools,
For anything at all, it is not worth it,
Only watch as they crumble,
And in all things learn from their fall.

My child, do not be wrathful,
To friend or foe, it is not good,
For your spirit will need peace,
But remember vengeance is the Lord's.

My child, do not forget these words,
Remember them all, for it is worth it,
And when you ever need it,
Remember to search it in your heart.

- Larry Yap

When God is Silent

When God is silent,
It's when we are stubborn,
When we are arrogant.

When God is silent,
He is taking a step back,
He allows us to contemplate.

When God is silent,
We are usually too busy,
Usually too occupied.

When God is silent,
It's when He knows our sins,
And our secret sins.

When God is silent,
It's when we did not ask,
And we confess not.

- Larry