I miss that night

I miss that night.

I remember it was very cold and

I was in total despair

huddling at a table outside a closed University café 

dimly lit by an array of lonely lampposts 

reading some poems given by my course tutor

so bad and so sad

that I couldn’t say a thing.

You said nothing either 

but gave me a bowl of hot noodles 

that you cooked at your place of study. 

I devoured like a dog

Hungry for the food of truth and love

Which I got a real taste of it for the first time

In your presence 

That was probably the moment I fell for you.

Composed upon St John’s Cathedral, Hong Kong 2022

In the early morning

While the city is still sleeping

Several souls wake up to the ancient bell

striking in the heart of Central district

Taking pilgrim’s steps ascending the narrow pathway

to the century old gothic church 

fearfully approaching the majestic throne

kneeling down to pray for the many blessings 

that have bestowed on the island for over a century

nurturing thousands of mighty souls 

who safeguard the Pearl of the Orient

which shines through the aisle of history

leaving its people a page of its beauty and glory

now and forever.