Gert Strydom, 2 kwietnia 2013
(After S. J. Pretorius)
So little I do remember of you,
About how you did knot your blue tie,
how you walked to the shining black car
with school books in your hands
and somewhere your image disappears
but your voice still remains on tape reading poems
and causes the hairs on my arms to rise.
Somewhere in my existence
words suddenly became a reality
and if it was from heartache of loosing you
or if falling in love for the first time did play a role
I cannot remember clearly
but I do wonder how my words
would come across to you if you could hear them?
[Reference: “Pa” (Dad) by S. J. Pretorius.]
Gert Strydom, 28 marca 2013
In her startled fear
when she walked almost stumbling
He did read love,
where without really knowing who He is
she stumbled along without realising
the meaning of His love and existence
when in the garden she felt sorrow and abandonment
when she cried alone without any hope.
He did read love,
and when he appeared so suddenly after his sentence had been executed
she was overwhelmed, when totally astonished
she stumbled along without realising
that it was Him and was thought struck
and she felt stripped of her humanity.
He did read love,
when she wanted to come to Him with her arms wide open
and then he did understand
she was overwhelmed, when totally astonish
she saw Him for who He is, she was enthralled
and her arms were wide open.
In her startled fear
she knew that His selfless love goes to all people,
that He had risen as the true redeemer
and then he did understand,
she was healed from all of her melancholy
and when she wanted to run to Him
He did read love.
When He prevented her from touching Him
she did know
that He had risen as the true redeemer
and He was full of the Spirit of the Lord
and she was afraid to talk to Him.
In her startled fear
He did read love,
and suddenly she was aware of His essence, His omnipotence
where without really knowing who He is,
she did know
about the meaning of His love and existence.
Gert Strydom, 28 marca 2013
I see them hitting in the nails
when He was estranged from God,
when they mocked Him and pain went through His body
when He gave His life and there was no mercy for Him
estranged He hanged as a human being and as the Godly One;
He blessed others when love still burned in His eyes
while at a distance His mother and other women were crying,
they cried when darkness appeared and lightning bolts fell everywhere
with nails through His hands, on His head a crown of thorns
with them that mock and one that betrayed him with a kiss;
without rest He was betrayed for pieces of silver,
but still His face is pure and I am aware of the greatest love.
Gert Strydom, 28 marca 2013
There is a place where everything comes together,
where life comes to a kind of crossing point
where joy, pleasure and deep anguish
even every crisis does get an answer,
where the blood of God covers sin,
where man is not being forced to believe
but have got a own choice,
and the selfless love of God does comes free
and here where our earth
by our own choice has gone to tatters,
we that are mortal live like gods
until everything that is living wants to avoid us
and we are never without our own will
but in all of this we do loose God.
Gert Strydom, 28 marca 2013
There is a place where everything comes together,
where life comes to a kind of crossing point
where joy, pleasure and deep anguish
even every crisis does get an answer,
where the blood of God covers sin,
where man is not being forced to believe
but have got a own choice,
and the selfless love of God does comes free
and here where our earth
by our own choice has gone to tatters,
we that are mortal live like gods
until everything that is living wants to avoid us
and we are never without our own will
but in all of this we do loose God.
Gert Strydom, 28 marca 2013
Far too long has it beaconed silently,
on the rocky shore of Algoa bay
etched on land against the sea,
against the thunderous breaking roar
of waves crashing forever more
telling of brave merchant men trusting in God
send by a Christian king
to overcome unknown seas, the flood,
like Noah’s band, under Diaz left a marker everlasting
with prosperity unfurled,
bringing God’s love to this dark world.
[Reference: Santa Cruz: The Holy Cross by Allan Kirkland Soga.]
Gert Strydom, 27 marca 2013
When God himself came to the world
on the earth (His created property)
a primitive stable was His place of birth
and no great palace waited on Him.
When on this earth He could be king,
when man was aware of His Godliness
from His works and deeds,
wanted to crown Him and others arrested Him
He had to suffer in pain and fear.
When the burden of sin was totally overwhelming
man did nail Him to a cross
where He did know no condemning words,
when in great love He fitted into the shoes of man.
Gert Strydom, 27 marca 2013
While angels were singing songs of praise
nobody heard God the Father cry,
when His only begotten Son was burrowed to man
and later was nailed to a cross as the scapegoat,
had been sacrificed for everyone
and I wonder about that kind of love
that full of omnipotence and knowledge
come to suffer selfless
and as a human I am missing in a world full of sin.
Gert Strydom, 27 marca 2013
When He hanged on that cross
eternity was caught in a moment
but His only fear was the separation
between Him and His Father and He longed
to be in heaven again;
a place without suffering or fear,
to see the glance of His Father
and that yearning was in His spirit.
When He took the burden of man upon Himself,
when His innocent blood did flow
He could call down a multitude of angels
but He did know
that in love He was accomplishing the ultimate sacrifice
when He brought back man into balance.
Gert Strydom, 27 marca 2013
When He hanged tortured and exhausted on the cross,
when the eyes of a crowd of people was on Him,
when He was scolded and cursed,
He longed for His Father
and when man harassed God
He wanted to only bring forgiveness to them
with a kind of love that pierces everything
as if He did view them through other eyes:
with “Father, forgive them,”
He reconciled God and man.
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