Joe Breunig, 14 august 2014
O my gracious Lord,
I come into Your Presence,
wanting to touch Your Essence
and to become intoxicated
via Your Holy Spirit.
Let Your joy overflow
over this broken vessel,
as souls quietly wrestle
with faith’s development
in fear and trembling.
Permit me, patient Lord,
to let troubles fade away
temporarily on this day,
as I commune with You
and meditate Your Holy Writ.
O Lord, stir my heart;
pierce its inner hardness
with inviolable gladness,
so Your contentment imbues
my spirit’s strengthening.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Eph 5:17-19; 2 Cor 4:7; Job 11:13-18;
Psa 45:1, 73:23-26; 1 Cor 14:3
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Joe Breunig, 14 august 2014
Are there real lessons to be learned,
from playing the board Game of Risk?
Is it just a fun, leisurely past time
with gameplay that can be fairly brisk?
Its premise promotes outright conflict,
albeit on a miniature scale and timetable.
With some posturing and open discussions,
attacks proceed without mortality tables.
Between uneasy alliances (based on lies)
and few verbal, unenforceable treaties,
what attitudes are honed while players
develop their world-domination strategies?
Using the armies of lifeless soldiers
to sate personal needs of global conquest,
wannabe dictators wave ideas of war-policy
with banners hiding a pseudo blood-lust.
From war campaigns with rules of engagement
that follow a predetermined, orderly sequence,
are societies secretly pushing warmongering
with unknown and unforeseen consequences?
Covert operations are not possible or deployed,
as military movements are clearly seen by all;
when acquiring territories around the World,
can a bad cause spread before an uncertain fall?
Does odds calculation for incremental success
as combatants tumble the dice of aggression,
dissuade future, role-playing battlers to not
kill others in favor of peaceful solutions?
Are we actually teaching our future generations
that war will be a permanent, acceptable ideal?
Can the human condition continue moving forward…
while the concept of peace may be sadly repealed?
Gert Strydom, 14 august 2014
You had awaken a blazing fire in me
as you had shouted my name at the gate
while you waved extremely merrily
and the night was dark and it was quite late
with the songs of birds, the song of the wind,
the songs of insects while the moon shone bright
and your image, starlit eyes is in my mind,
with the fire of stars as a light in that night
and we walked and talked until tears
filled your eyes with a great happiness,
while the night, the wind and the years
cried out against the time of loneliness
with our joy happy as a bubbling stream,
while the bliss of a kiss was like a dream.
Gert Strydom, 14 august 2014
Far too many times it had been broken
and at times I had given it away.
Now I have quite suddenly been woken
at the very breaking of the new day
as it beats with a different kind of stroke
a thing that is here to constantly stay
while the coming of death is unspoken.
Gert Strydom, 14 august 2014
The world displays God’s great glory
even when industries downwards trod
nature with a steel crunching rod,
destruction is noted history,
still lilies and violets do bloom
with the earth at the brink of doom,
tranquil nature just a memory.
Satish Verma, 14 august 2014
The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder
gently and said:
“Clouds will talk to you now”
I turned around, looked up at the sky
and drops filled my eyes.
Daily I was drinking hemlock
to understand my ignorance of virtue.
He is gone, but I want to feel the ascending
paralysis, a tincture that is called poison.
For the sake of others, below the faith
lies the pain concealed.
My cup is full. It spills on the soul
and I grieve for the defiled truth.
Satish Verma
Talat Jehan, 13 august 2014
Father..
Father a carer, shelter and a deep sea..
Who has all the hidden secrets and sorrows..
But never reveal those secrets just for the sake of his childrens..
He is like a strong wall, standing strong and tall..
Always ready to protect his childrens..
But when his children's are all around him, he is like a gentle breeze..
A breeze full of freshness and calmness.. Provide them with sense of security..
Father a name of fulfilling desires and wishes..
Father my Love and my real hero..
Gert Strydom, 13 august 2014
From the blue sky falls a small dragonfly
at our feet are a myriad of flowers
to which some busy bees passes us by,
in the distance high an oak towers
while the silence gives words to our love
that comes with an unknown secret power,
as if nothing, can ever it remove
while lingering is that passionate hour
slender like a special kind of flower.
Gert Strydom, 13 august 2014
In the portal people were gathering
while inside I heard some rejoicing sing,
the church was packed with some holy men
while tiny children smiled up at me,
mothers had a kind of sweet serenity,
I got looks from some unmarried women,
going to church was a very special thing.
Satish Verma, 13 august 2014
Sometimes horizon roams with moon
I pluck the stars
night drizzles from the dark clouds.
A shadow falls on the door
without struggle or rumor
I know he has come, my guest
the survivor of genocide.
He has come a long way
a message on his parched lips
he rubs hands.
Inferno he says. Holocaust he
murmurs. It is here again,
whole world is under siege.
He tells me, do something for the grass.
Ask your god to come back from domes.
Satish Verma
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