Gert Strydom, 26 march 2013
On the day that they nailed Him to a cross
the sun did rise as it always does,
and shepherds did go to the veldt as they always do,
they did look astonish at the animals
when they were returning to the corral
when darkness came upon the earth as if it was night
and they were puzzled when the sun was setting at three o’clock,
and did wonder about the things that were coming upon the earth.
On the day that they nailed Him to a cross
shepherds did quickly return to their homes,
tombs were torn open outside the city
when they were returning to the corral
while thunder from heaven fell upon the earth,
when demons were disguised as men at the cross
and shepherds did go to the veldt as they always do,
and frightened soldiers were marvelled about what was happening
when mere man challenged God without any fear;
tombs were torn open outside the city
and the sun was dark in its orbit
when a scolding crowd came to the cross.
On the day that they nailed Him to a cross
mere men had His blood upon their hands,
darkness fell, over all of humanity there was a shadow,
when mere man challenged God without any fear;
and nobody cautioned against these acts and words
and for some time the Son of God was silent
and shepherds did go to the veldt as they always do,
while the creator God did die upon a cross
demons thought that they had won and laughed sneeringly;
darkness fell, over all of humanity there was a shadow
when God gave His own life in suffering,
when God died as a ransom for all of humanity.
On the day that they nailed Him to a cross
shepherds did go to the veldt as they always do,
when God saved man from the might of darkness
they did look astonish at the animals,
demons thought that they had won and laughed sneeringly
when darkness came upon the earth as if it was night.
Gert Strydom, 26 march 2013
Ultimate rescue did come from hands like these,
not precisely equal to my own, maybe a little bit bigger
or even just smaller
but the hands of a carpenter were spliced
over a cross, before hammer blows
send cruel nails right through
and men were mocking Him, not really realizing
that they were tempting the Holy Trinity
and now we trust our lives into the hands of others
in trains, in cars, busses, or on aeroplanes
even in the buildings where we work and dwell
knowing that our journey will be safe,
that nothing will fall on us
and yet we fail to see the ultimate sacrifice
that the Son of God made for us.
Gert Strydom, 26 march 2013
Ultimate rescue did come from hands like these,
not precisely equal to my own, maybe a little bit bigger
or even just smaller
but the hands of a carpenter were spliced
over a cross, before hammer blows
send cruel nails right through
and men were mocking Him, not really realizing
that they were tempting the Holy Trinity
and now we trust our lives into the hands of others
in trains, in cars, busses, or on aeroplanes
even in the buildings where we work and dwell
knowing that our journey will be safe,
that nothing will fall on us
and yet we fail to see the ultimate sacrifice
that the Son of God made for us.
Gert Strydom, 26 march 2013
The kings, dukes, princes and prelates
did not want to know You, one of them even wanted to destroy You
and the learned men, the priesthood and the plutocracy
did not want to be a part of Your harvest
and later the Sanhedrin and a governor
punished You as totally innocent man,
thrashed You with a cat-o-nine-tails,
as they mocked You and even at Your death they were silly
when smugly they did decide over Your fate,
nailed You to a cross and pushed it into the earth,
aimed insults, mockery and spit at Your face,
as they pressed the worst bit of humanity onto You
but for those who are broken You did come
and in love like a lamb You were mute.
Gert Strydom, 26 march 2013
The kings, dukes, princes and prelates
did not want to know You, one of them even wanted to destroy You
and the learned men, the priesthood and the plutocracy
did not want to be a part of Your harvest
and later the Sanhedrin and a governor
punished You as totally innocent man,
thrashed You with a cat-o-nine-tails,
as they mocked You and even at Your death they were silly
when smugly they did decide over Your fate,
nailed You to a cross and pushed it into the earth,
aimed insults, mockery and spit at Your face,
as they pressed the worst bit of humanity onto You
but for those who are broken You did come
and in love like a lamb You were mute.
Bazyliszek, 26 march 2013
nobody feels the pain like me
nobody feels the pain like me
once i had a home
and mother there
even another day
and there was the sun
nobody feels the pain like me
nobody feels the pain like me
Satish Verma, 26 march 2013
When I flew into a storm
my words collided with thunder
and stars fell on ashes of dead.
I wanted to scream. Seeking a freeze
on past.Future was stretching its arms.
A calling.Erratic explosions?
The ruins were becoming worthy
of worship.Hunger exudes the trapped
smell. You light an earthen lamp for
split masks, the face will never be known.
Only there were two concrete eyes
darting without thoughts, telling without sound.
There is no water, only million suns.
tish Verma
Anthony DiMichele, 26 march 2013
since the first time when the light was a promise
fulfilled
the air clearer my eyes keener
the books ladders to climb
I loved walking through the alps
in your imagination
never stumbling
because happiness was everywhere
and you could breathe
without noise in your ears
the simplest wash of cerulean blue
in a broad band across the top
of a paper rectangle
was saturated with its own magic
someone always got away
from the storms of love and poverty
plague and wild flowers
before the game got complicated
or was it all in the mind afterall?
it didn't matter what side your voice was on
the wheel covered us all
every time I am split down the middle
and stand between myself and myself
I remember the smell of autumn leaves
smoking behind the fence rising below
pale stars it was marvelous and ancient
you couldn't ignore it
which made me feel like company
the monsters were always ordinary in hats
monsters who were not monsters
afterall perhaps
since the first solitude
since the first door opened into wonder
and isolation
I only blush alone
I open you again to remember
the days that were already memories
with no futures
and happiness in simplicity that was always
oddly naive
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Naeem, 25 march 2013
I have observed you struggle to fly.
Have you yet witnessed yourself succeed,
or living with regret is all you have to try?
Have the burning desires already faded
_which bring you down, beneath, to crawl
with an undying hope that shall never fall?
-Nr.
Gert Strydom, 25 march 2013
Suitcases, zipped bags
are present on the platform
while a train is entering it
and it stands and hisses steam
when adults and children
bustle and climb in
before the whistle blows.
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