Joe Breunig, 19 september 2013
Can you spot those wild zebras,
trotting across noisy plains of green?
Can you spy them with binoculars,
huddling together in familiar scenes?
Can you observe these wild zebras,
emblazoned with their traditional stripes?
Can you recognize distinctive patterns
of opposing colors of black and white?
Can you form an opinion regarding
the thoughts of wild zebras at play?
Can any semblance of ‘Fashion Sense’
force a duality of stripes to rule the day?
Can you number the size of the herd
or even call out specific zebras by name?
See their necks encircled by dangling whistles,
as they continue… to officiate the football game.
-Joe Breunig,
Poet/Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
Gert Strydom, 19 september 2013
Sometimes it’s as if the sleep washes like a river over me
and then I have got this lost fear
when I feel you breathing against my neck
that this bliss will be our last
and the whole house is dark and silent
while my thoughts wander off to where they want
and when you suddenly turn around
I am afraid to share my thoughts with you
and then I lie still without a movement,
to have some more wonderful moments with you.
Gert Strydom, 19 september 2013
Sometimes your arrival is sparkling and catching,
sometimes the sparks of thunder smoulder in your eyes
and I want to run away like a rock-rabbit in the hills
but still I want to believe in the depth of our love
and when things between us are in disorder
then a struggle rages between you and me
and we say and do things that do hurt
and sometimes leave scars that stay
but even if there comes silences that are explosive
much more remains between us
and always we do find a much deeper meaning
when overwhelming wild our hearts do beat
when we become much more than only flesh
and our emotions, even our humanity are poured into each other.
Satish Verma, 19 september 2013
only the half-truths engage the
nightfall the thing of dawn asked to wait in pouring
blows sponsored by sin of brutal torture burning
the genitals pushing sand in mouth blood rimmed
stool I become you sit on eat your dinner howling
the election time you come hands folded
me a hummingbird suspended in air
waiting for the cage to open a little girl
punished to stand in sun carrying bricks on
shoulders slapped to fall unconscious give
me another sky to behold
restraint from whom
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 18 september 2013
Although yesterday’s now the past, long shadows at times are cast,
Shadows of darkness and sorrows, into our today, also tomorrows,
As the tomorrows come and go, in the shadows of each day I know,
The Lord has a way prepared for me, even in the darkest uncertainty.
Sorrow fills this earth we know, as darkness about us, we see grow,
In a world that has lost its way, the darkness always begins as gray,
Indifference toward a Heavenly God; abundant on this earth we trod,
However, all that gray dear friend, shall turn into darkness in the end.
Sorrow in hearts is surely multiplied, when by people, God is denied,
Bringing darkness across the land, in ways many will not understand,
When from God a nation departs, darkness starts to fill men’s hearts,
In ways that lead men far from grace, as evil becomes commonplace.
Sorrow indeed will fill the nation, that’s walked away from Revelation,
As nations perish when God’s Word, is seldom read and never heard,
As men’s hearts become oblivious, to Truth of God’s Righteousness,
When the needs for Truth decrease, darkness and sorrow all increase.
We lay all our sorrows at the feet, of Him, in whom there is no defeat,
As believers in Christ we have victory, even in the darkest uncertainty,
For through the sorrow and the night, we’re led by Christ, in His Light,
As He guides us to Eternal Peace, where all sorrow will forever cease.
(Copyright ©12/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 september 2013
At times I just like to talk with you, as again you walk me through,
Yet, another situation in this life, that brings with it pain and strife,
This Lord, while in my heart I kneel, about those things I truly feel,
About things in this heart of mine, some things I can’t truly define.
At times I want to make the time, maybe, with no reason or rhyme,
To share the things on my heart, knowing, you may always impart,
A thought or two of sound reason, in my life whatever the season,
While I share burdens with you, knowing you shall see me through.
Being still knowing you are God, while my heart and feet are shod,
For the path ahead, that I must walk, well after we’re done this talk,
Preparing me for the path I take, knowing that I, you won’t forsake,
This not only when to you, I pray, but, along my journey every day.
Lord as I work, I’ll talk with you, knowing, you help me with all I do,
As I travel in this life every day, you’re always there along the way,
Should I desire to share a thought, so in my heart calm is wrought,
Lord, as you help my heart be still, reminding me, I am in your will,
Whether, by a thought or prayer, I can speak to my God anywhere,
For anywhere that my feet may trod, I can reach my Lord and God,
Yes, any time, from any place, I can reach God’s Throne of Grace,
With a concern, thought or a prayer, to talk with my God anywhere.
(Copyright ©01/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 september 2013
There’s something fundamentally wrong, with today’s political throng,
From our foundation they’ve moved away, to a place of moral decay,
Moving off the very foundation, that wade this land a Blessed Nation,
Dismissing the very God and Creator, Who is indeed, our only Savior.
We are moving to a godless peoples, even amidst the many steeples,
Which, peppers this country of ours, where belief is becoming a farce,
Even many professing Believers, are embracing dark, political leaders,
Ignoring all Biblical values they know, to follow a darker political show.
Things are getting darker these days, as men, not God, receive praise,
Men praised by many blinded in sin, who weaken our land deep within,
Deep down into the foundation below, in ways now beginning to show,
With a moral decay they can’t hide, with the cracks now deep and wide.
Moving the Church into apostasy, embracing issues that should not be,
As professed believers are wowed, by today’s unethical political crowd,
Moved towards spiritual compromise, as to Truth, they close their eyes,
As the fear of God leaves their heart, God’s Light also will soon depart.
When His Light is gone, so is Truth, then all that’s left is God’s reproof,
Judgment begins in the House of God, then all across the land we trod,
That shall just be the beginning friend, as a godless nation sees its end,
As it is written in God’s Revelation, God will judge every godless nation.
(Copyright ©01/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 september 2013
We as Christians, for God, can, be an influence on unsaved men,
Being a testimony for Jesus Christ, as we live out this earthly life;
We can live this life with vibrancy, in a way, which others can see,
When an active faith we do display, living around men day to day.
Encouragement we can truly share, in the world filled with despair,
This to all the others in our life, as we too deal with pain and strife;
We can be people who are enduring, as our life can be reassuring,
To those others as we live daily, for our hope is in Christ, eternally.
It was God’s, not our selection, as we’re saved by God’s Election,
All believers saved unto salvation, to be a witness to every nation;
It was through Truth that we heard, convicted by God’s Holy Word,
That, being lost and depraved, by Christ Jesus we must be saved.
It was The Holy Spirit, who moved us, to embrace The Lord Jesus,
Who sent His Spirit as a guarantee, Who, now lives in you and me,
Through Christ’s Spirit and New Life, we are to model Jesus Christ,
As God’s Gospel we now herald, living our new life to all the world.
We’re saved to follow God’s ways, all for Christ’s glory and praise,
As Christians we should be vibrant, for with the Gospel we are sent,
With Good News, to be encouraging, as we serve The Eternal King,
Also, enduring our lives should be, while our Hope is fixed eternally.
(Copyright ©01/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 september 2013
Whatever happens in my life, is allowed and ensured by Jesus Christ,
For my life’s only part of the story, one for God’s purpose and Glory,
As God does more than I can see, while for His purpose He uses me,
Being guided by His sovereign hand, in ways one cannot understand.
Lives moved upon by the hand of God, changing hearts with His nod,
By God’s nod, through His Word, hearts and lives of many are stirred,
As He works through the lives of us, those who know The Lord Jesus,
While daily we witness of His Truth, God uses our lives as living proof.
Living testimonies of God’s ways, as God works throughout our days,
As He speaks to hearts and minds, through our trials of various kinds,
Touching hearts, only God knows, as in our lives His presence shows,
While God holds us up by Grace, through every trial that we may face.
This as The Lord purposes in our life, to reach others for Jesus Christ,
Moving hearts in ways only He can, this, as He seeks to reach all men,
As we share with others His Word, until all men everywhere have heard,
With our knowledge of His Revelation; directing many to His Salvation.
Being saved we receive Eternal Life, through our belief in Jesus Christ,
So my present life, The Lord can use, in any way, that He may choose,
For friend, a new life is ahead for me, one that will last through eternity,
So, as I part from life’s hurt and pain, ahead for me is nothing but gain.
(Copyright ©01/2013 Bob Gotti)
Gert Strydom, 18 september 2013
When the time with you become holy
and moments crush into each other
and when at night you come to me
then I know that all love like this comes to fullness
and when moments disappear in silence
then I comprehend that pure bliss comes from pain,
when we find each other in our depths
and bind in a moment of the world’s darkness
and that we are both then much richer
in love’s silent deep mystery
and I come to know that love never flowers out
but at a time comes to its own fullness
when the lingering hunger in you and me
comes to satiation.
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