Tag: love

Soli Deo gloria – VI

Six

 

When the battles around us threaten peace

we can be assured that the holy King is at ease

For He has a plan; You are sovereign

You reign over all the earth

over each and every star

When we feel downtrodden – our eyes sodden

We can rest assured that we are not forgotten

You cradle us in Your arms

whether we are defeated or victorious

there is no line in the sand which we cannot cross

You are the constant in the variable world;

in fact the one who chases after us

Glory be to You and You alone

 

25/06/2017

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Soli Deo gloria – V

 

Five

 

By Your hand you create the artist

By Your inspiration the symphonies

of Mozart were born

By Your love orphans are adopted

By Your love purpose is restored

The rat race loses meaning after

an encounter with the Son

The delusion of fame and material wealth

is dethroned after an encounter with You

You are tangible love

 

23/06/2017

A Sea of Love

When you hold a coin close enough to your eye, you can hide almost everything in sight -even the wonderful sunset that is unfolding right before your very eyes. You simply cannot see it, because you are focusing on the coin and not the bigger picture.

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It is all about perspective, right?

Don’t lose sight of the bigger picture. Don’t lose sight of the ultimate sacrifice on the cross. Don’t lose perspective on your eternity in the context of your everyday life.

Be wary of getting caught up in:

1 – the rat race (career, money, success, the billionaires, YMCMB)

2 – your comfort (financial security, the couch)

3 – what people think of you (i.e. your identity, fitting in, acceptance of the world)

4 – the entertainment distraction (the youtubes, memes, facebooks, instagrams, snapchats, series, movies)

5 – pride

6 – my personal list goes on and on and on…

The cross will be there when the sun sets and the cross will be there when the sun rises.

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And behind the cross sits a Father with a torrential rain of unrelenting love.

Foolish Aficionado of the Heart

The Sun Also Rises, written by Ernest Hemingway, is a source of inspiration to this poem. The book is about bullfighting, fiestas, drinking wine, love, matadors and aficionados. It is certainly one of my favourite books and I am itching to see the bull runs and matadors in real life as soon as opportunity presents itself, and preferably the Festival of San Fermin in Pamplona itself.

Once I visit the fiesta I will be sure to return to this entry to add a picture of a matador in the ring.

 

Foolish Aficionado of the Heart

 

In the fiesta I witnessed how a spark of passion

Can ignite a young bull into a furnace of irrationality

Emerald eye guided horn into my chest of counsel;

Intoxicated by love, made as obstinate as granite

 

His foolish words bend to suit his prey’s ears

His ruthless selfish gene his alpha and only star

He is fighting against the suspicious world

Like righteous knight with sword – alas a jester

 

Pry open your eyes seedling and infant. See the light.

See the destruction in your wake, the gore and flesh

Stop pursuing that crimson flag, lest you be slayed

By the ravenous matador of naïve foolish hearts

 

Francois Hermanus Steyn – September 2012

The Voyage

This poem is about a dramatic event  in a person’s life – more specifically it is about a tragic end to a freshly tied knot.

There are many life-changing events that can occur in one’s life: terminal illness, the loss of a loved one, divorce etc.

These events fundamentally shake us to the core. It is like getting smacked in the face with a brick while out walking on a brilliant summer’s day.

There comes a time when we all embark on this voyage.

Denial – Anger – Bargaining – Grief – Acceptance

 

 

The Voyage

 

The tranquil bay echoed the lapping waves

softly unfolding onto a snow white beach

The moon was beaming at the tied knot:

the lovers’ swing and sway and sincere kiss

This was the night that was heaven, pure bliss

 

Peeling thunder ripped the heavens in two,

as waves ripped the screaming lovers apart

the moon was blanketed with a tempest

twin voices were drowned out, muted

And so began the day that he now refuted

 

He sat on the white beach until the sun shone.

And continued until the sad moon arrived.

His eyes were glazed over as he searched

for the peace of his now bleeding heart

turmoil and disbelief was prying it apart

 

On the second day he cursed the heavens

hurling his voice into an apathetic wind

sand pierced his lonely and bloodshot eyes

renouncing his religion, he began his voyage

with clenched fists, ready to kill, to pillage

 

Unkempt beard was the stranger on his face

with whom he would talk in cracked mirror

he would sacrifice his world for another day

in the arms of his bride, just for one more kiss

to feel that moment again: unbounded bliss

 

The dam wall cracked and burst. Tears flowed.

It was the sorrowful song his life now adopted

his hands were broken, his lips were cracked

his voice hoarse and shaken: deathly night came

Grief that came to paralyze and to maim

 

On top of the grassy hill with lush panorama

he places the daisies in the clear blue vase

a wry smile now touches his scarred face

as he is content with the crispy realization

that in heaven they would join hearts once more

 

Francois Hermanus Steyn – September 2012