Monday, September 29, 2014

Song of the Sea

Tides rise and fall raging across the sea
As winds draw my sails into the unknown;
Singing a song about a life that would be,
Anchors left behind as I drift on my own.

 
A vagabond sojourning amidst the wailing sea;
With a creed that tends to these wails no more.
Decreeing my inheritance is as far as I can see,
Trysting the winds along this sea without a shore.

 
A voyage that is consistent in inconsistent ways;
As storms waver until peace rises with the dawn.
Yet what remains is the journey as the wind sways;
And the song of the sea that unveils as I'm drawn.


A song that breathes upon my most sacred creed;
Whispers that caress my soul upon this unending sea.
For it is the journey that searches a man indeed,
As my treasure is found wherever my heart will be.


                                                  -  Sujay Sam



Monday, July 21, 2014

Know Me, Know Father



Had the opportunity to visit my father on board an oil tanker on the 8th of July 2014. 

Got to visit the ship named ‘Navig8 Faith’ that was stationed by the Singapore bay and was welcomed on board by the chief of the ship, my father. It was interesting because I got to see two sides of my dad. I saw a side of him, exercising authority and another more affectionate side that he displayed to me, his son. After all, the pride of a father is his son. 

I saw him walking in authority, the overseer of ship as I strolled along with him intently observing the way he took charge, precise in calculations, explicit in instructions and meticulous in making sure that the men executed the exact orders he had given so that there would be harmony in the ship through all the undertaking that day. I don’t know much about oil tankers nor do I possess a heart of a mariner but I did understand that there was a lot at stake and the job wasn't exactly a walk in the park. It takes skill, an absolute consistent presence of mind and any small error in calculation would implicate loss of millions of dollars or even lives.  That was 30 years of labour my father had been involved with and the experience had deemed him a proficient chief engineer. 

The only sign of weakness or distraction that my dad seemed to have was me. A beloved son who seemed completely oblivious to his surroundings and masked the fact that he was slowly getting sea sick. I felt that I was an obvious distraction to him but nevertheless my dad decided to pacify my curiosity and explore the hidden caverns of the tanker while he unveiled his prized son ostentatiously to the rest of the crew. 

What impressed me the most was the way my father handled authority in response to the respect and honour that was bestowed upon him under the office he walked in. Consequently, there was a lot of honour and unnecessary courteousness that was extended to me as a result of whose son I was. I don't know If my dad's fellow crew members did it to get in the "chief's good books." or were inexplicably in accordant with my dad's elation of having his son on board the ship for 8 hrs right when they had to take charge of 3 different tanker operations, which seemed far too fraudulent for me but nevertheless my father was the man in charge. I knew who My Father was and his word was his deed. I could be there for however long he intended me to stay and I didn't need to be concerned of whatever anyone else thought or said. I did admit to the fact that I did like being under the shadow of someone so authoritative and enjoyed the liberty of being a gadabout while not adhering to any restrictions.

I remember leaving the ship and anchoring back to the land of normality where people did not know who my father was neither would his credentials grant me any privileges as his authority obviously didn't extend beyond the ship. Life resumed in world where people around knew neither who I was nor my Father. 

In the book of John chapter 8 where Jesus defends His testimony mentioning the Jewish Law that in order for a testimony to be true, it had to be accredited by two witnesses. He said,

18. I am one who bears witness of Myself, and the Father who sent Me bears witness of Me.” 19. Then they said to Him, “Where is Your Father?”
Jesus answered, “You know neither Me nor My Father. If you had known Me, you would have known My Father also.” 

There was a moment at the end of the day when I reflected and wondered if the world would have responded differently to Jesus if they knew who His Father was. If they knew who His father was, they would definitely know who He was. It's terribly comprehendible considering the fact that Jesus did walk in the authority granted to Him by His Father and testified His Father by giving Him the glory. There was the incident in John chapter 5, where Jesus even mentions that He couldn't do anything of Himself but does what the Father does. In the sense, He walks in the authority that He saw His Father walk in. 

 19 Then Jesus answered and said to them, “Most assuredly, I say to you, the Son can do nothing of Himself, but what He sees the Father do; for whatever He does, the Son also does in like manner. 20 For the Father loves the Son, and shows Him all things that He Himself does; and He will show Him greater works than these, that you may marvel.   

Reminded me of the Impartation of the authority that was freely given to me once I realized that my dad was the guy in charge. If I was Ignorant of who I was in regard to the authority I had in relation with my dad, I wouldn't have walked so haughtily in the ship and wouldn't even have dared to walk through the doors that had all the "restricted access" signs. I understood the rights and authority that I freely had by just knowing who my father is.  

"Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, that we might know the things that have been freely given to us by God." - 1 Corinthians 2:12

When a believer in Christ walks under the revelation and Identification of who God the Father is, they walk in the authority of their Father for it is freely bestowed upon them as they enjoy the right of being His child. After all, creation finds purpose and destiny when it identifies and is identified with its creator. To expound it deeper, It would be "Christians" or to better phrase it, people who have faith in Jesus Christ and in His completed work at the Cross through His resurrection by which we are made righteous, holy and having received the spirit of adoption by which we are adopted by God addressing Him as Father and He bears witness of them as His children. We as His children walk in His likeness testifying of Him. Like Father, like child. What the world needs is not more Christians but more children of God who walk in the manner of their father and testify of Him through their works and their lifestyle. Sons and daughters of light bringing the revelation of the Father of lights and Jesus the true light and the life of all men. 

I remember walking with my dad on board the ship seeing two sides of Him, the authoritative side which the entire crew saw and the tender side of Him that was witnessed only by me through the relationship I had with him. Only a child will understand the father's heart in a way that the rest of the world will not. Christianity has frankly never been a religion to me. In It's fullness, It has always been a relationship. It is walking in relationship with my Father getting to know His heart deeper while walking in His likeness as a fruit of that relationship and testifying to the world that does not know Him who He is and who I am in Him. 

Christianity in its fullness is a relationship. May you come to walk in the understanding of the revelation of who your Father is and may you come to know that you are and will always be your Father's pride. 

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Ode to William Cowper



Ode to William Cowper

A man’s life changes when his prose turns into poetry;
For his words articulate themselves as they create art
Like a canvas unveiling itself expressing his mastery,
Hidden veils disclosed expressing his renewed heart.

For once all swift things for their swiftness pursued;
As time caresses wounds embracing true deceitfulness,
In loyal deceit did truth betray with certainty ensued
Old wounds turned sour witnessing reality’s faithfulness.

But nothing stabbed deeper than grace’s sharper edge;
The fountain bled covered by uncovering the absolute truth,
In the abstractness of reality was found love’s solid pledge
And art profoundest regaining the innocence of his youth.

The symphony of his words harmonizes through eternity,
As the scars are his souvenirs each having a story to tell;
Reminiscing memoirs that are to be written with certainty
The canvas finally portrayed as he writes, ‘all ends well’.


                                                          - Sujay Sam

Sunday, December 8, 2013

The Bird on a Ledge




To the bird on the ledge that’s gazing into the abyss;
Sometimes It’s hard to let go of what you’ve called home.
So spread your wings embracing the wind’s sweet kiss;
It’s time to pursue the journey of whom you become.

Remember that in order to fly you must be willing to fall;
The wind will catch you as long as you’ve heard it’s call.
Don’t question yourself and doubt the strength inside,
Take a leap of faith allowing the wind to be your guide.

Different seasons in life will bring you to new places;
And you’ll explore a world that will bring new faces.
Embrace this season as you spread your wings to fly,
Then you’ll find out what it means to be truly alive.

You’ll find yourself when you let go of who you were;
And I’ll find you above soaring high without a care.
Realizing that you’ve had what you wanted all along;
When you reign the sky where you’ve always belonged.


                                                                       - Sujay Sam.

Friday, November 8, 2013

To the one with broken wings

 

If I could read your mind, I would calm the storms inside; 
Tell you to calm your soul as you watch the raging tide. 
There are something's in life that are not meant to be known;
Cease your questions for you've never been on your own. 

The answers you seek aren't in the bottom of the bottle;
Life will go on with or without you as it moves full throttle. 
Unwrite the song you've heard to find a new song to sing;
For you were meant to soar high with those broken wings. 

It's okay if the leaves are dry after the death of winter;
Every season has bitter moments that are for your better
For every seed has to die before it grows into a tree;
Raise your wings and let it be known that you are free. 

Milestones on the road let you know how far you've come,
Write the story that unfolds as you choose who you become.
Unwrite the song you've heard to find a new song to sing;
For you were meant to soar high with those broken wings. 



                                                                       -  Sujay Sam