Gert Strydom, 7 april 2016
On the day of my birth
I am with my own love
and everything on earth
or existing in the heaven above
means nothing more
than the sweet company
of the one that I do adore.
Gert Strydom, 6 april 2016
In anger some religious officials and Roman soldiers came
to arrest Him and called out His name
when in great apprehension and fear
Peter did draw his sword and chopped off Malcus’s ear
and when He restored the ear back in place
there was great compassion and love on his face
but still the officials and soldiers did not comprehend
that they were taking the Son of God to His end.
The crowd that wanted Him dead was unruly and large
and the Roman governor Pontius Pilate could lay no charge
but ordered his soldiers to have Him stripped,
to strap down each wrist and have Him whipped.
A crown of thorns was forced upon his head,
he was mocked while to a cross he was led
and this was the man that healed the ill
that fed multitudes and preached of love with great skill.
Jesus from Nazareth was nailed to a cross
and although those that were killing him was at a loss
He said: “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do”
and if He himself would be eternally dead he did not have a clue
while without a fault He was from the day of his birth
but carried the sin of every converted human, of the whole earth,
could not connect with God while he did set others free
and did cry out: “My God, My God why have You forsaken Me?”
Darkness came to the earth on that afternoon,
dark was the stars, the sun and the moon.
The Jews and Romans viewed this with dread
when the earth shook and people were raised from the dead.
To the Roman Centurion and his soldiers this was very odd
when they exclaimed: “Surely He was the Son of God”
and from the day that His blood did flow
God did His salvation on all people that do believe bestow.
Satish Verma, 6 april 2016
Experimenting with thoughts and nostalgia,
trying to extinguish the guilty fire,
hiding the ruins of a home,
were not simple jobs.
I was building an ivory tower at the dead end of a road.
Give me some hope, nothing else,
A marvel, which gives some sight to a blind beggar.
The clowns had already plundered the shelter
and habitat of coarse logs.
It was a cold night and I was shivering
in worst of time and hour.
How could you do it,
prompting him to leap from the dizzying heights?
After all, suicide was not the solution.
If only life had appreciated his courage
and gave him a ladder.
I am following the trail of blood.
Gert Strydom, 5 april 2016
Today my heart is full of joy
and while being mature I again feel like a boy
with all of the splendours of the world at his feet
as my darling, my beloved, is with me
and between us there is a kind of sincerity.
Although other women at time I do meet
they do me at times annoy
and I see clearly through each scheme and every ploy
as they do mean nothing and from them I am free
and do always long to be
with the one whom I do adore.
Joe Breunig, 4 april 2016
When each of us, reach another,
a soul can be eternally saved;
the path has been laid out and
you must be courageously brave!
Are you willing to die to self?
Can you access the mind of Christ?
Do others see that you live for Him?
Do you have… His everlasting Life?
Better than a sermon on your lips,
is a contented spirit of humility;
in Life’s brokenness, you can shine
with His Light and vulnerability.
Christianity isn’t for wimpy souls;
many have died, having been martyred.
Become born-again on this very day;
Faith with Christ, can’t be bartered.
Author notes
Inspired by:
John 3:7; Matt 28:18-20 and
You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips.
-Oliver Goldsmith
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 4 april 2016
It’s too easy to trust God,
when Life is good, pleasant
and free of everyday strife.
When we’re comfortable, joy
is often experienced; lost is
sight of Him, Who gives Life.
Unfortunately, tragedy’s pain
is released upon us, whereby we
succumb to despair, unbelief
and the darkness that envelops
a World with sin’s rebellion.
We’re now unfocused; no relief
is available to our sad souls;
we’re swallowed by an evil that
stabs us… with merciless grief.
Calling Christ now, that is Faith-
when we choose to move forward,
rise up and reaffirm our beliefs
in the One, Who truly saves us.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Rom 8:28, 38 and
To trust God in the light is nothing,
but trust Him in the dark — that is
faith. -C. H. Spurgeon
Dedicated to the memory of D.J. Breunig
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Gert Strydom, 4 april 2016
(After Koos du Plessis)
Let me find a place of rest on this rough earth
that lies near to Your heart, as my best deeds do remain stained
and I do know the things that do draw me further and further from You
while daily I am involved in a fierce battle for survival.
Let me stay true step upon step in your footsteps
while Your wings do cover me continually
as every weak place in my heart I do know
and let Your life and your love become greater in me.
Lord, save me when from my own deeds I am lost once again,
at times perplexed do not know where to go
and when my own conceit and weakness do continually wound me.
Out of the depths of misery and pain You do continually come and fetch me
and all of my success, fame and what I do possess are only borrowed to me
while time does continually speed on with my shadow against the ground.
[Reference: “Gebed” (Prayer) by Koos du Plessis.]
Satish Verma, 4 april 2016
On the road
negotiating a midnight blue
into the myth of rebirth,
putting death in dock.
to go or not go to beyond liberation.
Home, left far behind!
Leaving the house of desire and fame
I was ready to go for my chosen abandonment.
Life had become useless.
Debating had begun.
Ambulance was sitting idle on the keys.
Observer was being watched.
Septicemia. Venom has reached every
microcosm and physician was dead.
God was not mincing any words for dummies.
A lightening stroke was travelling
from head to toes.
Open you bowels.
Earth is crying.
Blueskipper, 3 april 2016
For the love of god let me forget her
When I close my eyes I see her picture
When I sit alone I hear her whisper
Save me; take me away from this torture
How I wish my mind would cease to exist
If only her memories it would consist
The face, the voice, the feel, the kiss
For the love of god please help me resist
Beat once... and then my heart will skip a beat
Beat once... and then I will feel the heat
Beat once... I now accept my defeat
Beat once... *beep*
Satish Verma, 3 april 2016
The hawk was always hatching
a pacer,
to spin the surveillance,
tampering the tracks of violence.
The haul was heavy. Moon and fishes
went on to spread the dragnet
striking gold from the liquid
denials. The sovereignity was
violated of a virgin god.
The rule of drinking was sidelined.
Kiss will survive after the death opens
the back door of a globe.
Dreams are exhausted. There will
be no comeback of a star player
in the game of bloody manipulations.