Sunday Salvation At Serangoon Gardens Poem by Roy Lee

Sunday Salvation At Serangoon Gardens



Sunday at Serangoon Gardens I take my run
Quite early to avoid the hot midday sun.
Out of the condominium and onto the road,
Past the trucks with their garbage load.

Jog to a small garden and up a steep hill,
Past pot plants on a grey window sill
At St Peter’s church the crowd go inside
Praising the Lord, running past I step aside.

Hymns and sermons are not for me
Even though I am a sinner that cannot see.
So nothing to confess, nothing to say
I keep running Serangoon Garden Way

The Japanese Garden cemetery is ahead
Where war criminals and heroes lie dead.
Their Shinto shrine I do not view
So I run up Serangoon North Avenue.

Sweet smoky incense now float in the air
In a Taoist temple a few are offering prayers.
The green, red gold images stare in distain
While workers unfurl awnings for sun or rain.

Balancing Yin and Yang is ‘The Way’
Life should be a balance of work and play.
On I run towards the Masid Al Issitgamah,
Around a corner this mosque is not that far.

Whether reading the Torah, Bible or Quran
It is the same God and it’s how Adam began.
Our bodies end as dust and share this fate.
As for me I turn towards my home gate.

On the path are scattered shoes and sandals
Outside the pink Darma Munswaran temple.
Ladies in saffron saris and music of a mantra
Happy is the praise to Shiva and Krishna.

Bright Vision Buddhist hospital is not far away
For Nirvana I need to reincarnate another day
Entering my gate enlightened by inspiration
Sunday Salvation expressed by perspiration.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Singapore Notes 5th April 2005
For about 25 years, every Sunday, if possible, I go for a run for about 4 to 5 kms. (except if its too wet or too hot or too cold or too etc.) In Adelaide, it is along Tennyson beach, in Athens it has been around the Acropolis, in los Angeles its along Venice beach, in Beijing it has been along the Waidakoa canals. In Singapore it is around the streets of the condo around Serangoon Gardens. Within this circuit, I pass initially a Hindu temple which is right next door,2 Chinese temples, a mosque and finally St Peters Church. If someone wishes an each way bet on their religion, salvation is all within this running circuit! The only one obviously missing are the Buddhist temples and there are plenty of those at Geylang along with the working girls and boys.

Around the condo there has been a recent epidemic of funerals. The family puts up a large marquee in the public car parks, put the body there for a number of days, have visitors, put up banners about the deceased person, and make lots of noise and bang away on drums and trumpets when the procession starts to the cemetery. Heather went past one last week with KKK on the banners and the mourners were dressed in white (as is tradition in chinese funerals) .

I'm still parking at Geylang to get to my Mandarin classes. My communication is improving with my patients. Some I can speak Cantonese with. My Hokkien and Mandarin is not as good, but I have got the hang of Singalese. The idea is to not use any verbs or participles and put lah at the end of sentences. So if I say to a patient 'are you well? ', I will get a blank look. The proper way is to say 'you good lah? ' and in spite of the patient having an amputation, fever, anaemia and pain, they will always nod, and i can say 'ok lah' - and walk off with my entourage. A good days work lah!

The other thing about Singapore communication is that everything is in acronyms. To get to the hospital ie CGH, asap, I have to drive my MPV which has a very expensive current COE (certificate of entitlement) and an ERP (electronic road pricing) , onto the CTE, then onto the TPE towards the ECP and from CPH to get to Geylang. I take the PIE. To work in Singapore, I have to have a FIN from MOM (Ministry of manpower) and a MCR (medical council registration) number. In fact one cannot do anything without the FIN - I cannot open a bank account at DBS, or get electricity from SP services, or get accommodation either at a private condo or HBD (Housing Development Board) . Of course Singapore is governed by the PAP (Peoples Action Party) .

In Singapore I can’t live without MOM and PAP!


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Based on Singapore Notes 5th April 2005
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