I CAME, I SAW, I RHYMED.

 

What do fisherman think?

   

Spotted a lone fisherman on my walk. Almost went to sit next to him to ask some questions, but stopped myself. Now I am home and I wonder.

My fisherman thinker

I want to sit there on your spot...
Exactly the same to see what you got
In line with your brain
I want what you gain.
You stare out ahead
Not a move, like the dead
But what do you see and what do you think
Your eye is the path to the oceans full link.
Does the water mesmerize you on its hook?
Do you read the movement like a book?
Do you see God there linger?
Drawing patterns with His finger?
Or is there a storm raging in your head?
About things at home and things that you dread?
But the stress will escape
through the rod to the bait
As the sea is the gate
for the patient who wait.
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My fisherman stranger
Do you know about the manger?
Where God reels us in
To follow now Him
Catch the fish while you can
Then the fish will be man.
Take this hook, line and sinker
My fisherman thinker.         
                 

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Today I spoke to my fisherman. He is a retired gentleman and spends up to 4 hours fishing at a time. And what does he think?

Peace. He says he is just totally peaceful and forgets about the world. It is just him and the ocean. That is how it should be.  I told him that my foster father told me that the time  fishermen spend fishing, is not counted to their age. No wonder he looked so young.

The first time I approached my fisherman, he had no front teeth. The perfect image of being who you are when you fish. Then when I asked to take the photo, the teeth reappeared in their place.

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The Sea Dance

The sea at the bottom the sea at the top

Reflecting each other God ordered its job.

From one end to the other

The colours are made

From darkest to brightest and lightest of shades

With me in the centre the smallest of space

But God gave His breath and made me His race.

So all of this bigness and wonders I see,

I do seem so little, woe dust it is me.

Then like the breakers my Jesus fell down

Spilling his blood like a wave without sound

And out of the darkness he carried me up

To share in His likeness I drank from His cup. 

And wonders of wonders saved by the King

Seated in heaven sealed with His ring.

To live now forever come walk here with me

Make Jesus your Saviour and dance by the sea.

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Bethesda

Ankles anchored in front line waves

eyes mesmerised, by Niagara caves.

The pool of  Bethesda is stirred

My soul in the water emerged.

each wave to my God subside

Not haphazard, moon hypnotised

Arms splash up in praise
Domino’s reaction, Mexican wave.

The rhythm of the day,
God’s hands shaping clay.

 This book called the sea,
the Bible and me.

Same Book, new story,
from glory to glory

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Die see strand het n skulp gespoel

Uit onder water diepe poel

Oop vouend brander skuimend hand

Polsend hart van God wat brand

Lankal vir my uitgekies
Soos Moses in sy mantjie bies.

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Elke More Nuut

‘n koel oggend luggie proe aan my wang

Voor -strale groete van God opgevang.

Splinternuwe liefde, genade ontplof

Dis God in sy Eerste, O kniee gee lof.  



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Before my congretation.

I know when you look at me you see nakedness.

(Open their eyes to see Your garment, Jesus.)

I see that stone in your hand.

Drop it.

Walk a path where there are no stones to pick up.

Stop judging.

Look, the sun is as round as your stone.

Take the Son in your hand.

Throw the Son.

Shoot from the hip.

Jacobs hip.

Bleed light, bleed healing, bleed glory, bleed Jesus.

Kill egos, kill self.

Make a difference.

Jesus.

Jesus forgives me.

Not for my stripping

(that is done years ago.)

New sins New beginnings.

Every day.

Jesus loves me.
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A sunrise just hit me, birds flock in my eye

Clouds and the whale, one breath in the sky.

Enormous wonders and only God’s sound

A cocktail on overload

Drunk

Swaying to its wooing;

Sold out surrendered  embraced.

Sunrise.

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 A Picture of Us (1982)

Your little body fits my hands, 

Kindred seedlings future grand

 

Growing faster past my brain

Empty nest and faraway planes.

Now wrinkles in my hands  I hold

years of love in golden old

Fear and wonder fully Thine

The greatest gift and so sublime

Love and peace and joy for you

God has promised, so it’s true.

Happy birthday  final word

God will bless, His love superb.

To Kim 

from your mother.

Glenda Harper.

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AFRIKAANS EN EK

Fynpoot kaal voetjies

Grofglas klippad

Taal helder klokkies

En rinkhals patat

Gebore plat Anna

Ontmoet toe die prins

So stotter vaal dans

Omarm sy wind.

Wat ek hier se: My wortels kom uit daar waar Afrikaans plat en ongewas is. Eers op die ouderdom van 16 is die deur oopgemaak, en vir die eerste keer ontmoet ek hierdie pragtige prins met die mond vol goud.

Gedigte en boeke is toe waar jy my sal vind. Hoog op die takke lees hardop vir die wind.

(En toe trou ek Engels en die wiele val af- tot baie later deur fb se blad.)

n Skaam ope liefde is nou vasgebrand,en tog so gehakkel as ek in geselskap moet land.

So hier op my komper, verlief op die taal, verflenterde kaalvoet klonkie,

verberg agter n rekenaar.

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LITTER

People passing spilled their guts,

Speaking trash that made their cut.

All this rubbish, what a shame

Alcohol bottles left their stain, 

It’s this country, shoot it down,

 I am spotless watch my crown.

I was there the day before

Seeing Jesus’ handle door.

Saw these people find escape

Blind to truth and Jesus’ drapes.

Prayed their hand the bottle miss

Grip the handle to perfect bliss.

Then with Jesus there to dine

Washed away litter, story sublime.

No one set them litter free

If no one tells them how can they be?

Jesus send me this I know

My sign says God bless you

          let the litter go.

Read between the lines I pray

Jesus loves you He’s the way.

Don’t complain, do something! So I did something. No one taught these people not to litter! No one taught me how not to litter with my punctuation and grammar! Come on, back off with accusations and slander that is cruel,  give us a lesson of love on how to apply this rule. So this aunty in her state, brought forth words to which I can relate. Words resting on a wall, showing love where litter falls.

“Dear celebrators,

A very good day and greetings to you.

Just a friendly request; please remember to use the litter bins for the rubbish.

May you greatly enjoy your festivities.

God bless you.

Much love from a fellow beach lover.

Aunty Glenda.”