Gert Strydom, 7 march 2013
From light years far away in space and time
You are the architect
who takes care of a planet the size of a dime;
a far off small object.
You ordain our days and to us intimately connect
as a kind of loving being
giving sanctuary, even if crudely we do You reject,
with You are disagreeing.
Still You are protecting everything that is living,
constantly giving light
even to those who are in rebellion, unbelieving
who yearn for the night
and of Your kindness we do not have true sight,
we judge You incorrect
as a supreme being that rules by force and might,
giving You no respect.
Gert Strydom, 7 march 2013
Humanly we leave words on paper,
while we try to determine the language
of Him who is the core of the Bible story.
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We take things consisting out of flesh and blood,
that has got living energy, want to take the elements out,
while we search for the code of life in mortal material.
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With our mental capacity we are valued equal
to animals that mutate
while the Bible teaches us about a creation story.
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We think that we know the figure road of the universe,
compose theories that declare things in space
while amazed we do look at the great works of God.
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Three dimensional we see things,
with length, breadth and depth in which things do fit,
while immaterial we do grope at the boundaries of love.
Gert Strydom, 7 march 2013
When the time comes where human science,
maths and learning do not anymore correlate
with that which is written in the words
of the almighty God,
when man exalts himself like a god,
has no esteem
for the words of God
and wait upon another mighty being,
and does regard himself higher that the creator God,
does see his laws of human rights more important
than the commandments of God
without any respect for the Godly law,
then God in His omnipotence will go much further than any science,
He will reach His hand to the stars and let them rain down,
will shake the earth with earthquakes and tear it open,
and let the oceans swallow the islands
and the wide world will know
that the judgment of the Lord God is coming near.
When the last mighty angel blows its trumpet
Jesus Christ will appear in the sky
and each and every human being will know that He is greater,
much mightier than any reason, mathematics and science,
that He Himself determines all things,
when He comes to fetch His children.
Satish Verma, 7 march 2013
A severed head sits upright on mud floor
coruscating in moonlight. It was a meditating
Buddha with eyes downcast after a perfect death.
With indecent exposure there was no artifact
to celebrate. The steel was rusted and the name
erased from the asylum.
You walk like a stranger in your home,
possessed, in merciless purity. The greatness
of unbeliever touches a giant guilt.
Satish Verma
Bron Dayvid, 6 march 2013
1. How do you go about respecting a man who neglects to respect himself?
2. How do you begin to love a woman who has no knowledge of its existence?
3. How can you mend a broken heart with one that has already been shattered?
4. How can you find a smile in such a vile pit of matter?
5. How can one take life from self without taking self from life?
6. How can one be forgiven for sacrifice?
7. Why must the innocent be burdened with guilt?
8. What pleasure is there in bearing the malignancy of others?
9. Why do we continually destroy what again will be rebuilt?
10. Why do we surrender to suffer?
louis gander, 6 march 2013
I'm just a toad who had thought he'd been kiss-ed,
but then had found out that no princess exist-ed.
But how was I (a wee toad) to know -
that I hadn't changed as of yet and so -
don't ever think that your prince, by you, rode -
for deep down inside this bright armor's a toad...
~gander Copyright 2013
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 6 march 2013
My thoughts encompass me, surround me
The sincerest form of gratitude to an unknown stranger
The passerby who asks for a cigarette
And your smoke is long gone
But your kindness prevails, even though you do not have one
How do you measure one's worth, by the number of acts they do
Or do you not count, because you do not want that vanity
I see myself as someone who is random but consistent in so many ways
The world could use some serenity-humility
Pray, people, pray
For GOD said:
For God puts down the man with pride;but he saves the one who is not proud- Job 22:29
So stand up today, stand proud, tall, kiss a loved one, say hello to a neighbor
But Beware........
Gert Strydom, 6 march 2013
Lord, I ask for a place of peace and love
where nothing sharp or deep divides us,
where again man learn in only you to trust
where nothing could our joy and fun remove,
where every day our world we do improve
where the needs of others becomes obvious,.
Lord, I ask
that always in integrity we will move
from lives that are slowly turning to dust
while slowly, very slowly we do adjust
before nothing of this world is left over,
Lord, I ask…
Gert Strydom, 6 march 2013
(after Ernst van Heerden)
Paint every single word
like Your flowers
that grows wild in the veldt,
let my poems sound
like the Messiah of Handel,
like angels singing about your glory,
translate my words,
so that others can see the world
through my eyes, can feel what I do experience,
safeguard me against criminals
that constantly sneaks around, against murderers
that destroys without a conscience
deliver me from a government which is set for only its own interests,
from creditors, door-to-door salesmen,
vagrants, friends who do not know me in the bitter years,
forgive me for the sin
that I commit knowing and unknowing,
for the way that I sometimes act with my fellow-men
and please do give me Your insight and Your light
which brings truth to darkness,
a circle of friends which goes wider and wider
let Your hand fold around me like a fortress.
[Reference: Bede (Prayer) by Ernst van Heerden.]
Satish Verma, 6 march 2013
Difficult it becomes, the secret of
the judgement and metamorphosis of
the painted cotton into a stained truth.
To save the present tense. A dangerous
crowd of vowels to express the incomplete
moment of watery teeth,
so hung, while misspeaking painfully
in dyslexic manneo. I would not
understand the hour-glass proxy.
An undersized leash to walk
with a giant: the magnitude of tragedy
overwhelms the path!
Satish Verma
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