MIZPAH

Was working on my maths sums for this pseudo-o-level exam on saturday.
Is have to pass it with at least a distinction...otherwise....i'm unqualified.
Was using these "rough" papers leftover from the printing of OpLumos2 orientation booklet, when i chanced upon this poem that i had stolen from the web and plastered it onto the booklet.
Ha..ha..."plastered" sounds bad...i should say it's "heavenly embroidered onto".......
*wacks myself*
erm ya...so anyway...this poem read me. yup. u din see wrongly wat was written.
THE POEM READ ME.

Sometimes, when u read something, like an ambiguous love poem or sorrowful poem, it means to you only as a catergory of understanding. you bear no personal context for it. It's just objectively, as it is, a love or sorrowful poem.
But when you add your very own relevance to it...
the words seem to come alive....and the poem has a character like that of yours.
It starts to read you.
Carrying the very message for you, of you, with you.


Title of Poem: Mizpah


I sigh sometimes to see thy face,
But since this may not be,
I'll leave thee to the care of Him
Who cares for thee and me.
"I'll keep you both beneath my wings,"
This comforts, dear; one wing o'er thee
and one o'er me,
Will keep us near.

And though our paths be separate,
And thy way is not mine,
Yet coming to the Mercy seat,
My soul will meet with thine.
And "God keep watch 'tween thee and me,"
I'll whisper there.
He blesseth thee, He blesseth me,
And we are near.

By Julia A. Baker.



(o btw, "mizpah" means watchtower, and was the name of a memorial cairn of stones depicted in the bible)