blossom: Farewell...

Though the rain may fall and the wind be blowing,
And chilled and cold is the wintry blast;
Though the cloudy sky is still cloudier growing,
And the dead leaves tell that the summer has passed;
My face is fixed on the stormy heaven,
My heart is as calm as the summer sea,
Glad to receive what my God has given,
Whate'er it will be.
And I feel the cold, I can say,"He sends it,"
And His winds blow blessing, I surely know;
For I've never a need but that He will meet it;
And my heart beats warm, though the winds may blow.

Sunday, November 01, 2009

Farewell...

During my days in FIS for these one year and 2 months, I could not recall the numbers of farewell letters I have received from my fellow teachers. None has much impact on me except this one that I received this morning.... :(

I know this day will come, I should be prepared... but it still upsets me... :(