Rescued

Hi fellow friends and bloggers – God inspired poem – resurfaced after 7 years.

I need to explain the next piece I’m posting. I sometimes write from visions and the story behind this poem is as follows:

I had a vision of a man hitting a woman in a car while we were driving from church about 7 years ago. It was as clear as day, he hit her while driving and she turned into a piece of unwanted paper. The door flew open and she was thrown out like a piece of paper and landed on a pile of leaves. The paper was noticed by a gardener that was clearing his front yard. He looked at it and picked it up because he was planning to burn up the dead leaves. He took the paper smoothed it out and began to tell her story. She was saved and He placed her inside a frame, this symbolized His protection over her now. She was placed on the wall for all to see what He had done for her.

Two years later I still had not shared this poem with anyone. Then my mom invited me to one of her ladies meetings and I felt strongly to share this poem, so I asked if I could. It turned out that the guest speaker was going to share her story of physical abuse and the theme of the meeting was an outreach to broken woman. While I read the poem, I saw tears running down the faces of some of the woman.

The poem has been asleep for about 5 years now but today I feel the need to surface it again. Perhaps it will be applicable to someone and touch someone’s heart. You are not alone. Reach out! Before it’s too late!

Rescued

Car swaying

Tyres screeching

Voice screaming

Shouting

Stop

Don’t

One hand on the wheel

The other a weapon

Pounding

On her

Blow after blow

Vicious breaking words biting to the core

Pushing her towards the door

Malicious vindictive raw words

Spitting from his mouth like a viper

She could not take another word from this hater

She shrivelled up like a scrunched up wasted piece of paper

He pushed her and shoved her out of the moving car

Like an unwanted piece of paper

Thrown out of a window

 

There was a gardener raking up dead leaves

And was about to set the pile of leaves alight

Noticed the torn, scrunched up paper

He picked it up and read the words
I am nothing, I am no one, I am broken

I am bruised, I am hurting, and I am lonely…

He spoke over the words,

He smoothed out the wrinkles

He placed a frame around her…

He set her up on a wall

For all to see and hear

She said…I am worth it, I am someone, I am whole

I am healed, I am joyful, and I am not alone…

I am rescued

Rescued

 

 

Rescued

Hi fellow friends and bloggers – God inspired poem – resurfaced after 7 years.

I need to explain the next piece I’m posting. I sometimes write from visions and the story behind this poem is as follows:

I had a vision of a man hitting a woman in a car while we were driving from church about 7 years ago. It was as clear as day, he hit her while driving and she turned into a piece of unwanted paper. The door flew open and she was thrown out like a piece of paper and landed on a pile of leaves. The paper was noticed by a gardener that was clearing his front yard. He looked at it and picked it up because he was planning to burn up the dead leaves. He took the paper smoothed it out and began to tell her story. She was saved and He placed her inside a frame, this symbolized His protection over her now. She was placed on the wall for all to see what He had done for her.

Two years later I still had not shared this poem with anyone. Then my mom invited me to one of her ladies meetings and I felt strongly to share this poem, so I asked if I could. It turned out that the guest speaker was going to share her story of physical abuse and the theme of the meeting was an outreach to broken woman. While I read the poem, I saw tears running down the faces of some of the woman.

The poem has been asleep for about 5 years now but today I feel the need to surface it again. Perhaps it will be applicable to someone and touch someone’s heart. You are not alone. Reach out! Before it’s too late!

Rescued

Car swaying

Tyres screeching

Voice screaming

Shouting

Stop

Don’t

One hand on the wheel

The other a weapon

Pounding

On her

Blow after blow

Vicious breaking words biting to the core

Pushing her towards the door

Malicious vindictive raw words

Spitting from his mouth like a viper

She could not take another word from this hater

She shrivelled up like a scrunched up wasted piece of paper

He pushed her and shoved her out of the moving car

Like an unwanted piece of paper

Thrown out of a window

 

There was a gardener raking up dead leaves

And was about to set the pile of leaves alight

Noticed the torn, scrunched up paper

He picked it up and read the words
I am nothing, I am no one, I am broken

I am bruised, I am hurting, and I am lonely…

He spoke over the words,

He smoothed out the wrinkles

He placed a frame around her…

He set her up on a wall

For all to see and hear

She said…I am worth it, I am someone, I am whole

I am healed, I am joyful, and I am not alone…

I am rescued

Rescued

 

 

The stoep

The stoep (verandah/terrace)

On the stoep
I sit
I sip
I think
I ponder
And I wonder why?
With thoughts afloat
In my head

Sometimes we are misled

On the stoep
I sit
And sit
And listen
To the whispers of the birds
In the trees
And the rustle
In the leaves
I think
I sit
And I wonder

Why do people put so much in what will mean so little?

LOL Car license renewal WOOO SHEM

Woo Shem South African colloquialism means Oh Shame. Made famous by Somizi Mhlongo (TV personality)
Eish = expression, used to express surprise, annoyance and pain.
Yoh = expression of surprise or joy

Arrive at 08h00

Go to the front desk

Get a form and ask for a pen

Mmm sorry I dun’t hav…

And then

Shall I write with my finger

Woooo Shem

Luckily for me I’m a teacher

Well stocked,

Then get rudely chased out

Like a naughty feline

And make a beeline for…

YOH!  another queue

That just goes on and on

Wooo Shem

Lady appears with pink dress

High heels from here to Table mountain

Yoh astounding!

I’m doubting she’ll last

Woooo Shem

Old lady arrives in her car

Young guy shouts at her to help

You must just go there!

Heh…moenie so met my praat nie(don’t talk to me like that)

Young guy responds….

Haibo wena engizama ukukusiza, yassus!

(hey I’m trying to help you)

Stand in queue for 2 hours

Need a lot of will power

Feet get sore

Department organizations are so poor

Woooo Shem

Clever individual says she’ll be back

She asked, Please can you keep my space?

All dressed up in her lace dress

Pitches up 30min later

I’m not here to cater

To your needs, such a faker

Wooo Shem

Standing in the queue

One can’t even view

the front door

Listening to South Africans complain

Eish, eish seriously but why!

Torture for the mind

What are you trying to gain?

Let’s come back tomorrow says one

Yoh my friend

TOMORROW!

It will be the same

Woooo Shem

Finally I’m in and the noise makes my ears ring

Old woman saying that’s terrible

Ek voel so nar (I feel so sick)

Passop hierdie stool is gevaarlik(this chair is dangerous)

Wooo Shem

Another old man says

Ek dink daardie vrou is op pensioen (I think that woman is on pension)

Dis hoekom(that’s why) she’s taking so long Lol

Older folk just complain and complain

About everything

Woooo Shem

Some folks feel like they entitled

Yet in this country

We supposed to be united

Wooo Shem

If I have to hear one more time

About that blinking chair

I Feel like standing up and saying

We know it’s broken, lady!

This ain’t the Hilton Hotel

For goodness sake

Stop announcing it

We know it!

So shut it!

Woooo Shem.

OK so I sat down on another broken chair

Eish ya what can I say

So far 3 and a half hours

Of Waiting

Of Sitting

Of tolerating

Close minded people

So Im blogging…

Thank goodness I’m almost there….

#publicservice #poets #poetry #thoughtthreads #funnySA #oldfolks

 

 

Through the scars

its through the scars that i shine

you ridicule me
mock me
kick me
hate me

but remember this
every time you mock me
ridicule me you refine me
you try and take what is mine
and try to climb
you keep trying to push me under
but He will lift me up
you keep trying to trample me
but He will protect me
and expose you
not in my strength
but in His
i will fulfil my call
you are refining my character
into Gold
therefore i will Hold
onto His promises
and never let go

you despise me
can’t stand to be near me
for too long
for u cannot even explain your hate
because you are not even aware
that’s it’s there
oblivious about your actions
it’s obvious
you are blind

don’t you know that life is not  streamlined

but i am designed

to be refined

you are guided by your own foolishness

while i will continue to be blessed

and refined

despite these tests

i continue on my quest

even though i know that no matter how much i try

i will never measure up

not in the skin I’m in
but blessed be His name
for one day i will lay claim
to my mansion
on His hill

i release you all, i forgive you all

and i will never fall

i will be strong unto the call

its through the scars that i shine

you ridicule me

mock me

kick me

bruise me

scar me

but you refine

you refine

ME

and through these scars

I WILL SHINE!

1 Peter 15
But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect.

Hebrews 10 v 23
Let us seize and hold tightly the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is reliable and trustworthy and faithful [to His word];

Words like caterpillars grow

Words like caterpillars grow

Too cocoon themselves for a while

To later burst forth into a poem

And like a butterfly

Sets flight

Inside my soul

It wells up

Stirs up

Feelings and thoughts

I can’t control

Of depth

Of Spirit

Burning in my soul

I quickly grab a pencil

To let it flow

From the depth of spirit and soul

Up the steps to my mind

Words released through my finger tips

 

To wash over you

Over me

To be free

Like the butterflies

They give flight to all that binds

To all the things that have confined.