Gert Strydom, 17 october 2014
Throughout my life I am trying to know God
do notice His handiwork in nature,
in the events happening in my life
that could not just be destiny
but my own powerlessness against the darkness,
and the presence of the evil
that strikes continually is almost overwhelming
and the world is full of pain and fear
and here I come to the realization
that I am only mortal and human
while people elevate themselves like gods,
are caught in the spirit of the time, the zeitgeist
and even when my honourable ideals come to nothing
the love of my God remains selfless.
Satish Verma, 17 october 2014
When I started seeing you, needs were
accumulating. A great paradox.
The price is high for stoicism.
My inner life gets battering
Give me something to think of escape.
It was not a deliverance. I was learning
daily from the elixirs, a prudent toxin.
The other story is simple. It was the game of
enchanting annihilation.
Miracles sometimes suffer in the hands of
ordinary. The scales start tilting. No body
stops for you. Grief becomes your partner,
Silence in your bed.
The silence is ultimately the moment of
truth. Truth erases the lie and seals a
kiss of death.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 16 october 2014
Though I find myself walking,
through this dark period of life,
I will not fear the enemy about,
for my Lord and His Word speaks
to my inner man, removing doubts
that seek to haunt my spirit.
I’m comforted and content today,
knowing His divine righteousness
consumes my wearied existence;
therefore, I will firmly confess
my adoration of Christ, my King.
He lovingly accompanies my journey,
as I traverse the green pastures
laid before me; He anoints my life
as I divinely seek to grow and mature
under His sacred, Biblical precepts.
His ways and standard are set high,
so that… I’m continually dependent
on Him for all aspects of my life.
To His reign, I’ve given my consent.
The eternal promises, of His supply
to meet my earthly needs, are true.
In Him alone, I have placed my trust!
Going forward, I rejoice from knowing…
that His ways are righteous and just!
Author Notes
Loosely based on:
Psa 23,118:137,145:17-18; Isa 55:8-9; 1 John 1:9
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 16 october 2014
There are rooms of the heart
that is closed to others,
places that no other human ever see
and at times that darkness is overwhelming
in our internal journeys
where we mask our vulnerability
from the whole world
until another individual comes
who we do love more than our self
and the uncovering and revelation
begins systematically bit by bit
and a person believes like a child
that trusts implacable
in hope, love and the illusion
that the world
can be a bit better
without despair or any fear.
Gert Strydom, 16 october 2014
The sea is calm
and the tide is low tonight,
I can see no moon
and the sieving rain
is even blotting out the stars.
Somewhere out there
I hear a ship’s horn blowing in the fog
that rises from the cold deep,
next to me you lie asleep
and I wonder how our love keeps growing,
exactly what causes us to love more and more
and love to be between us like a living thing.
Gert Strydom, 16 october 2014
When death’s fingers do me touch
do not let a preacher come
to pray for me.
I will walk alone with my God
who stands free from men
to meet Him face to face.
Do not let a doctor come
to take away the pain
or give a strain of tears
let me be to experience
the blazing sun setting in the west,
to see the moon rising in the night sky
let I live life and follow the course
that destiny design
and still make your love mine.
Satish Verma, 16 october 2014
You said it was a sin to trade for the hunger.
I was looking into your eyes,
something was amiss,
tears had become stones.
How long your breast was carrying
this despair?
You said it was a crime to hold the grief.
I was looking at the sky,
vultures have gone.
But pugmarks of hyenas are very distinct
around the house.
I am saving the chocolates for winter
kidnapping the heart.
You said it was an irony to sing
a heart-breaking song!
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 october 2014
Inadequately the clouds covered the moon
the wind was soft and silky.
The death of shadow was not complete.
Stars had fled from groans of night.
In the still room poor sentences could not compete
with the innocence of emptiness
which was in throes of giving
birth to a new meaning.
Weeping flowers were weaving a song.
Memory, my pain, returns again and again
I would never go ever to my old house
just one for me, it gave me choking
sadness.
The wanderer me, moves again, to switch
the lights on. You are not watching me.
I don’t put claim on my words. They
came to me from dangerous mistakes.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 14 october 2014
The soft brown earth lies under me,
with the cool blue sky as the canopy
in which birds fly swirling,
forever free.
Your works my God, is filled with beauty
and in the distance I see
the outline of the mountains
the sanctuary where I feel carefree
Gert Strydom, 14 october 2014
Outside there’s a brigade
of yellow umbrellas in the sun,
covering the white-brown beach
and on the bed you lay just out of reach,
sleeping with a innocence
that lies about our intimate acts
and on the wall I watch a line of small ants
running past on their own tracks
before you turn and reach out to me
and I feel your heart beating
while one of your breasts
are pressed against my face
and know that my goddess is awake
and just now we will shower together,
prepare for the day, have a great breakfast,
take some towels and make this summer
sun and sea our very own.
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