Life is evanescent and transient Life is a spring dream Short like a vapour It can be meaningless But there is a deeper hope Something to cling to Like healing oil Poured over A soul searching Waiting Wanting It joins That which is divided Lost And finds the One Fumbling In the dark Those alone moments When all the why's Cannot be answered 'We have this hope an anchor To the soul Firm and secure' That we can run into... '..and enter the inner sanctuary...' So I don't have to carry All the stuff of life And when life feels Evanescent and transient I know my soul is secure Hebrews 6 v 19 We have this hope...an anchor to the soul
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South Africa July 2o21
The disparity that lives
Festers like a wound
With empty promises
That leaves hungry stomachs
In desperation
Birthing thieves
Who feel it is their right
To feed
From a deep need
Of hunger
Staring at those who have
It has brought us to our knees
Hunger and despair
Has broken what is already
A fragile and fragmented society
What do we say now, South Africa?
What do we say?
Without bringing offense
When our country bleeds
And is brought
To its knees
We cry and our hearts are broken
And some just genuinely overcome…
By pain and suffering
Others are hateful
with hearts that do not care
And more still that have an evil agenda
And others who want to destroy
Is it hopeless?
When you find yourself
Shaking from the bitter winter cold
Living in poor conditions
These words are so old
It’s easy to be swayed
By corrupt persuasion
To take what is not yours
Leaving behind
Irreparable devastation
Wreaking havoc
Like a desperate beast
What do these faces say?
What are they trying to tell us?
When young children
Join in the thievery
And some have died
Who will pay now South Africa?
Because the soil calls out
And seeks justice
Woman of Strength
A poem for women’s month. For all woman all over the world. You are strong and you can make it. You are important, counted, wanted and your story, your journey is important. Happy woman’s month. This poem has been performed by myself at book fairs, churches and competitions with my learners at school. I wrote a while back but it had to wait a few years before it came out. I love this poem very much, wrote it from a vision a had of a Zulu women walking up a road with kids and an item on her head. In many countries whether 1st world or 3rd world countries, women are often left to take care of the future generation on their own. I feel their inner strength. It takes a strong women to do this. I cannot completely identify with this but like I said I have visions and at that moment I have a sense of the person. I celebrate you! Single mothers! All women! I celebrate you!
South African word – Viva in South Africa means “Long Live”
Viva woman of South Africa, Viva!
Viva mothers and daughters of Africa, Viva!
Viva mothers and daughters of the world!
For you are like a strong arm that breaks through dry ground,
And within your hands are seeds of hope
Within you lies the future
Spiritually and physically
Within you are words waiting to be spoken
Let them be words of wisdom, peace and life
Speak life mothers
And you will find your strength
Look within and speak forth the promise of tomorrow,
Speak forth for the next generation is waiting,
Strong woman of Africa and the world!
Plant seeds of hope and life,
Be strong like an elephant
And fearless like a lioness,
And have vision like an eagle
Blessed are you who feed the future generation
Blessed are you mothers
Who work tirelessly and pray unceasingly
For your sons and daughters
Pray for your sons, mothers,
Because a nation needs good, strong fathers,
Look to the sky
For sorrow only lasts for a night, a season and soon
Your joy will come
Look within you and see your depth
See your worth.
Speak forth the promise for your tomorrow,
Declare it into existence
Strong sisters,
For you are filled with purpose and passion
You smile at adversity
Because you are filled with destiny
And called for such a time as this…
Step forward and be bold like Esther,
Walk where no other woman has walked before,
Don’t be afraid to be different
Embrace your uniqueness,
For He knit you in your mother’s womb
And He alone knows your destiny and future
You do not walk alone
Hold your head up and don’t look down
For one day you will receive your crown
Wathinta bafazi, Wathinta ‘mbokodo
You strike a woman, you strike a rock
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