Renungan Indah karya W.S. Rendra (alm)

Ketika semua orang memuji milik-ku
Bahwa sesungguhnya ini hanyalah titipan
Bahwa mobilku hanyalah titipan-Nya
Bahwa rumahku hanyalah titipan-Nya
Bahwa hartaku hanyalah titipan-Nya
Bahwa putraku hanyalah titipan-Nya

Tetapi, mengapa aku tak pernah bertanya:
Mengapa Dia menitipkan padaku ?
Untuk apa Dia menitipkan ini padaku ?
Dan kalau bukan milikku, apa yang harus kulakukan untuk milik-Nya itu ?
Adakah aku memiliki hak atas sesuatu yang bukan milikku ?

Mengapa hatiku justru terasa berat, ketika titipan itu diminta kembali oleh-Nya ?
Ketika diminta kembali, kusebut itu sebagai musibah,
Kusebut itu sebagai ujian, kusebut itu sebagai petaka,
Kusebut itu sebagai panggilan apa saja untuk melukiskan kalau itu adalah derita.
Ketika aku berdoa, kuminta titipan yang cocok dengan hawa nafsuku

Aku ingin lebih banyak harta,
ingin lebih banyak mobil,
lebih banyak popularitas, dan
kutolak sakit,
kutolak kemiskinan,
seolah semua “derita” adalah hukum bagiku

Seolah keadilan dan kasih-Nya harus berjalan seperti matematika:
Aku rajin beribadah, maka selayaknyalah derita menjauh dariku, dan nikmat dunia kerap menghampiriku.

Kuperlakukan Dia seolah mitra dagang, dan bukan kekasih
Kuminta Dia membalas “perlakuan baikku”,
Dan menolak keputusan-Nya yang tak sesuai keinginanku
Gusti,
Padahal tiap hari kuucapkan, hidup dan matiku hanya untuk beribadah.
“Ketika langit dan bumi bersatu, bencana dan keberuntungan sama saja”….

Daun Mungyeong (문경읍)

Daun Mungyeong merah, kuning, oranye bergugura satu demi satu,
Berserakan, menutupi jalan mulus menanjak dan menurun
Awan putih bergulung-gulung melambai,
Langit biru bersih terpajang sejauh mata memandang,
Angin dua derajat celcius menusuk-nusuk tulang seorang wanita tua,
Rumah bertingkat-tingkat sepi,
Lapangan luas membentang,
Badan menggigil,
Kuku membiru,
Bibir pecah-pecah,
Kulit memerah,
Hidung sedingin hidung kucing,
Gemeretak gigi putih bersih,
Saat ini musim belum berganti Winter,
baru akan,
baru mau,
beru menjelang,
namun...
tubuhku menggigil,
menyeruak dingin ke sela-sela baju katunku,
aku tak berdaya,
hanya Ia yang Kuasa menghangatkanku dengan karpet listrik, pemanas ruangan, dan STMJ hangat.
musim ini aku suka walau badanku lemah,
musim ini aku kagumi walau pintu-pintu besi berembun seluruhnya,
musim ini sungguh dingin sampai tangan dan kakiku sedingin es batu,
musim ini aku sampai harus beli sarung tangan karet untuk mencuci piring,
musim ini agak menyiksa bagi perantau sepertiku, bagi kawan-kawanku seperantauan yang datang dari tanah air yang sama, Indonesia tercinta.
Oktober ini aku berjuang dengan angin musin gugur yang menusuk belum menyayat katanya, seperti musim dingin nanti.
Oktober ini aku di Cheongju, menemaninya yang aku cintai.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me. 

An Entrapment

My love, I have tried with all my being to grasp a form comparable to thine own, but nothing seems worthy

I know now why Shakespeare could not compare his love to a summer’s day. It would be a crime to denounce the beauty of such a creature as thee, to simply cast away the precision God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being whether it physical or spiritual is an ensnarement from which there is no release. But I do not wish release. I wish to stay entrapped forever. With you for all eternity. Our hearts, always as one.

- Anthony Kolos - 

What does a girl want???

What does a girl want?
She wants a good-looking guy. But what does she need more? She needs a shield from being harmed both physically and mentally.
What does a girl want?
She wants to be teased by sweet poems. But what does she need more? She needs the truths,no lies.
What does a girl want?
She wants a fancy car. But what does she need more? She needs a loyalty.
What does a girl want?
She wants a brilliance. But what does she need more? She needs a modesty.
What does a girl want?
She wants to travel the universe. But what does she need more? She needs a home sweet home with adorable babies and a gentle husband.
What does a girl want?
She wants everything's worth the world. But what does she need more? She needs a happiness by being loved wholeheartedly,an unconditional love.