Yvonne Foong

A dream so lucid it captivates my mind
with a river that flows in my direction,
Feelings of renewal and freshness combine,
As God’s love streams in purification.
My hands and face He cleansed.

Like an egg that hatch amidst fresh greeneries,
Or a sheltered tortoise emerging from its shell,
that had laid hidden from worldly adversaries,
is now brimming with fullness like a well
outpouring my overflowing treasured self.

Composed by Yvonne Foong, 25-April-2006

This poem was written in first person for a friend.

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