Tag: sunset

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.

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Thabazimbi Sunset

I was on a friend’s farm near Thabazimbi in the Limpopo province, when I took this picture of the sun nestling in the fork of the branches of this majestic tree. The sky was painted with beautiful crystal blues and warm oranges and reds. The scene was powerfully calm and serene.

 

I wrote this poem in 2010. It is a sombre poem and has a figurative meaning that can apply to many things such as relationships, personal goals, morals etcetera.

The important thing is to compose yourself, and to find the resolution and determination to shake that cold from your shoulders.

 

Sunset

 

It’s hard to shake this cold

From weary, broken shoulders

The crystals of frost bite

Deeply without relent

Leaving their bloody mark

This ship is moving into the dark

 

The sky is painted by the sun

As it nears the golden rim

Of the earth’s cold crust

The air is arid, filled with dust

The relief will come with black

Stars settling into the cracks

 

It’s hard to shake this weariness

From cold, broken shoulders

Don’t go into the setting sun

Alas, beseeching falls from the cliff

This ship is lost without its compass

Lost without its beacon : stars

 

The dead of night is calm –

Owls fill the deadly sky

Sure to feast on this heart’s

Aimless wandering rats

They’re stricken with panic

Dealing with this fear, titanic

 

It’s hard to shake this cold

From weary, broken shoulders

Barring logic’s flow with boulders

Embers of the heart, smoulders

It’s hard to shake this cold

It’s hard to shake this cold

 

Written 2010 – Francois Hermanus Steyn