Gert Strydom, 2 may 2013
When I walk around in the lovely garden
and discover places as if it’s an adventure,
when I sit in the shadow of a tree,
when I observe new flowers
as if it’s the first time
that I behold the beauty of them
then I wonder about how glorious
Eden must have been
where animals without fear dog tame came nearer
and I wonder if there had been a kind of Godly glory
in every living thing and in every flower?
Gert Strydom, 2 may 2013
(after Lina Spies)
The pink nose of my ginger coloured Persian cat is flat
and he has got whiskers are like antenna
and he watches the weavers
where they splash in their drinking bowl
and softly sneaks nearer
to where the little flock of birds are gathered
before he jumps in with teeth and claws
aimed at every flying thing.
Weavers twitter, sparrows chatter and some doves fly up
while dangerously he rocks up and down on their drinking bowl,
and splashes himself with water
as he has got a weaver in his mouth
while others try to attack him
as they dive down, turn and hang above his head
and the birds make shrill and agitated sounds
as if he is not able to catch them as well
It is then that I am really sorry for the birds
and his natural behaviour troubles me
when that cat brings his gift to me
and I do wonder about a world where everything is free,
where everything has got a own peaceful life
and no birds scream in agony,
where the boy and the lamb wanders with the lion
and it’s a place far away from this Dark Age.
[Reference: “Hemel” “Heaven” by Lina Spies.]
Satish Verma, 2 may 2013
Unfettered for a little while, I was
catching the sleep visitor. It hurts
when the dream ends and a poem starts.
An eucalyptus, drinking lots of water, throwing the aroma
incensing the air, I pick up the fallen seeds of light
in winter solstice, befriending the home traumas.
Fireflies leave the scorched marks of daydreaming.
I talk to moon for sometime and leave my address
with him. Tomorrow he will come to inherit the
pain. I wanted a sunless garden to commit
the sin of forgetting you. The night will find
me undying till eternity.
In my words I carry the charred remains
of time which smells the hunger of tomorrow.
Satish Verma
Irena, 1 may 2013
Tell me,
how did we forget to see
the beautifull things?
Such as the firebugs
on a warm july evening?
When did we last run
among the bushes to hunt them,
while they sleep on the calm grass
that rests from the light night breeze?
When did you last caught one for me?
When did we last stop
to smell the red tulips,
that we place every spring on the table,
in a vase
They slowly turn to the window,
stealing light from the sun
Since when have we stopped
next to them
to watch their waking in the morning
and falling asleep at night
Tell me
Tell me,
when did we last
lay under the trees in the yard
Among the grass
To watch the clouds,
as they travel across the blue skies
over the day,
or the stars at night,
As they stand peacefully on the
black cloth,spread across the sky
Quietly,like soldiers that watch the land,
in the absense of the Sun.
Like guards that watch upon us,
while the night passes
Since when did you not gave me a star?
And the firebugs rest upon the
quiet grass every summer
Still.
The tulips stand upon the table every spring
and they hug eachother,
in the small vase,
like hidden lovers that curve gently
around eachother,
fearing that someone might separate them.
The clouds travel still
across the blue sky,every day
The stars lay still every night on the cloth
spread across the night-sky and watch over us
The stars peacefully guard us,every night.
And we still pass next to eachother,
silently like trains,
through the coridors and labyrinths
that we built for us,
and we didn't even know that we could.
And yet,we never remembered
to build a small station to stop in
and lay our burden to rest.
You and I,
we still look at the clock on the wall
every day,countlessly
and yet,we never notice
the time passing by.
We sharpen our pencils,
and the pieces of paper stand blank
in the drawers
Constantly...
We empty the ashtrays,filled with butts
and we don't even count how many times
did we kiss them,
instead of eachother.
The coffee is always cold
on the table.
From waiting.
From silence.
That is why I ask of you
When did we forget to see
the small things?
The important things....the days of our lives
that count.
Satish Verma, 1 may 2013
A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon,
and turns into a vast lake of tears.
They were fighting for their right to remain
poor and hungry. It was a fractured
amnesia in the pit of flesh.
Was it a pink rose? No one had planted
a kiss on the lips of a thorn. An unbuttoned
triangle snaps the cold and opens the thighs
of a tulip valley. Drop by dropp honeydew
dances into a hairy lap.
The shooting stars go into trance, multiply
the intimate minutes and indulge in
sprouting the horns. The longest night feels
betrayed and beseeches foremothers to
conceive again.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 30 april 2013
True change begins in the heart, that is where new life will start,
The heart prompts the mind, to open eyes that once were blind,
Blinded to the Truth from God, but the heart and mind both nod,
In agreement with Jesus Christ, who then will transform that life.
Once Christ begins the change, that life is never again the same,
As the Spirit transforms the mind, leaving those old ways behind,
Now residing in the believer’s heart, The Lord shall never depart,
As the Spirit works day by day; renewing the mind along the way.
This change that begins in men, is proof that they are born again,
Born again while upon this earth, born of God, by a spiritual birth,
God above, is no longer ignored, as one begins to seek the Lord,
Knowing Christ and now resigned, to leave their old ways behind.
The changes God makes within, are more than just a view of sin,
Change He makes in me and you, changes our entire world view,
For when we’re granted a new life, we receive the Mind of Christ,
To now live our life for The Lord, to walk with God, in one accord.
This change by God my friend, unlike our earthly life, has no end,
As the real change, we will see, is as we are changed for eternity,
Change, that’ll last forevermore, as we step on that eternal shore,
Having a pure mind, like Christ, and a glorified body for Paradise.
(Copyright ©04/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 30 april 2013
Many people, we know and see, have no real concept of Eternity,
The here and now they understand, but, not divine things at hand,
They know that all will live and die; but, about a future life on high,
About the many to be cast below; eternal truths they do not know.
Some may be quite religious, but as far as Truth they’re oblivious,
Being ever religious to a fault, as religion’s all they’ve been taught,
Forming instead a religious picture, that is not from Holy Scripture,
With God’s Truth not at the heart, of the religion which, they impart.
Religious ways are man’s desires, unwittingly, following pious liars,
Ignoring what God’s Word dose say, to reach God in their own way,
They are not led by God’s Spirit, resisting His Truth, as they hear it,
Eternal Truths they’ve not received, for by Satan they are deceived.
Yet they’re able to gather many souls, into religious, apostate folds,
They preach with a confident nod, avowing that they speak for God,
When He is not even in the picture, even when they quote Scripture,
Though God, by them, is inferred, they follow not God’s Holy Word.
So these men continue to deceive, as the people follow and believe.
While never looking into The Word, to verify the teaching they heard;
But if they’d take the time to read, The Word of God they may heed,
To leave error, then come to Christ, to receive Truth and Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©04/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 30 april 2013
Our hope is in The Great “I AM”, Jesus Christ, The Risen Lamb,
The Eternal Self-existent One, Jesus Christ, God’s Eternal Son,
Our hope in God, day to day, as Jesus Christ leads all the way,
The Lord, Who led the exodus, today, lovingly directs all of us.
Just as The Lord God raised up, Moses, for the Israeli Exodus,
The Savior raises up men of faith, in this present Age of Grace,
Moving the very heart of man, for God’s Purpose and His Plan,
Just as The Lord delivered Israel, salvation for all, is God’s Will.
As God worked in Moses’ life, He works through those in Christ,
Even though Moses had to flee, God used his life for all to see,
God’s Power and His Purpose, as He still does, with each of us,
This as we’re use in God’s Plan, to reach the heart of every man.
God’s Eternal Plan and Design, is not hindered by fears or time,
As He used Moses after forty years, despite all of Moses’ fears.
Displaying power in his humility, is what He does in you and me,
As we humbly serve God’s Son, Who, came to die for everyone.
The God of Moses today hears, our cry in all our trials and fears,
The Lord remembers that our life, was redeemed by Jesus Christ,
So God acknowledges each of us, as we serve the Savior Jesus,
Delivered from sin by Christ Jesus, this, through today’s Exodus.
(Copyright ©04/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 30 april 2013
In the morning with a heartfelt nod, I lift up my prayer to God,
With a humbled thankful heart, I thank Christ for another start,
For another workday has begun, while I am led by God’s Son,
One more day with Jesus Christ, the very Sustainer of my life.
At times God puts on my mind, souls who are spiritually blind,
Blinded by Satan to God’s Word, as Satan dulls all they heard,
So I pray to God that in this life, they’ll see and come to Christ,
I pray their eyes will open to see, God’s Truths to enter Eternity.
At times I think of this nation, and how many ignore Revelation,
Moving away from God’s Design, leading us into a darker time,
I pray leaders can see Truth, to avoid God’s Righteous reproof,
I pray that with The Spirit’s lead, many shall see Truth and heed.
At times as the day does start, my family is laid upon my heart,
My boys while they live their life; that they daily walk with Christ,
For my wife with burdens to bear; to God, I lift a special prayer,
That as I implore The Lord above, He surrounds her in His Love.
As I close my time in prayer, God helps me with each daily care,
This, as God watches my family, also, those friends dear to me,
As He hears me all day through, while guiding me in all that I do.
Ending my day in thanks to God, with a Thankful, prayerful nod.
(Copyright ©04/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 30 april 2013
You can trust The Great I AM, to obey and serve The Risen Lamb,
Even in the mist of our desolation, we’re led by God’s Revelation,
Being strangers in a foreign land, we are led by God’s Holy Hand,
The Eternal I AM, Jesus Christ, is that One Who directs all our life.
God calls believers from the fire, for His purposes and His desire,
The Great “I AM” calls out our name, this as our life is His to claim,
As God did with the man Moses, God calls on believers for Jesus,
Believers this very day and hour, are touched by The Lord’s power.
It was the Lord God of Abraham, Who came to Moses as the I AM,
God knowing his sorrows and fear, had come to draw Moses near,
In to His presence and to His side, as God would be Moses’ guide,
For God would use Moses, the man, for God’s greater Eternal plan.
The One Who called Moses friend, calls upon believers for His end,
Just as by God, Moses was sent, He still remembers His Covenant,
This, to deliver God’s people today, leading all, to God’s Only Way,
Still equipping men of every nation, to bring others to His Salvation.
Today believers must not forget, the Burning Bush, Moses had met,
Was God, Who remains faithful, in us today, to accomplish His Will,
This, as believers follow and obey, our Lord God in this present day,
As from the desert, God leads us, through the Spirit of Christ Jesus.
(Copyright ©04/2013 Bob Gotti)
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