Dissonance

Liminality in intent

In and out of focus

In betweenness

Stuckness

Blowing in the wind

Cocreation defined

Divine

Touching time

Movements flutterings

Light shining

Shimmerings through the voile

Just tiny glimpses

Droplets of hope

Breaking open

So ever carefully

Joy

06/06/2022

I see you

Smell you

Your sweat of indulgent privilege

Unwashed by time

Repulsed I cringe

Nowhere to hide

Stale rancour I find

In the mirror I stare.

Stagnant role to wear

Your colour palette imposed

Shades of truth defined

Hidden in pride

Constructed context

Your roots have grown

Impregnating racial hyperbole.

More sinister You carnal soul!

You crossed land and sea in pursuit

Sovereign borders in disrespect

To find in time unwanted courtesy returned

Seekers of a better life

Betrayed they come

Bringing change

National identity declined.

White supremacy

Arrogance defined

You treacherous foe

What I hate most

Is your legacy entrenched

Colour coded consciousness

Always Rejection

Always the same

You awful brute

Always without shame!

13/11/2018

Building castles in the sand

Red bucket and spade in hand

Child!

God is holding your hand

Today together building castles in the sand

Smell of sea and wind

Sun reflecting off the frothy waves of time

Gently touching, greeting your castle’s border walls

Practice prayer presence

Rhythms and routines of the mind

Resting

Watching

Waiting

Christ our tide of infinity

Tomorrow will be another day

So go with your red bucket and spade

Today

And build with Him sand castles in the sand

At times brooding in the shadow of the night

Gently standing in the morning light

Imago born

Wrestled out of thought and form

Careful of your ego norm

Hidden in tight cocoon

Strengthened wings take flight and delight

Watching created thing

You stand alone and look

Pondering created space

Lamenting from another place

Listening to your tone

Your rhythm

Your rhyme

Searching for meaning

Wondering always

Is this your time?

17/03/2018

I stand at your gate, Madam,

On time, 07h30

Saturday

As requested.

It’s cold.

It’s taken time.

2 hours to be exact,

To wake, to wash to walk.

Taxi 1, Bus 1, Taxi 2,

To walk.

At your gate,

07h30,

Saturday,

On time.

As requested.

Your convenience,

Madam.

But you forgot.

You are sleeping,

Your phone is off,

What must I do?

Shout?

Will you hear?

Hundreds of years of frustration,

Servant servitude

At your gate.

07h30

Saturday

On time.

Waiting for you to wake up.

Change is coming

For you

For me,

But I suspect,

That while your colour may change,

I will still be at your gate

Waiting for you to wake up

But you, Madam

Will still be sleeping!

But I am, Madam

On time.

 

Note: The above poem, surprisingly, was discussed on a CliffCentral. Select option “At Your Gate” at the following link and  listen to discussion here.

And then as a follow-up I went into the studio and was interviewed. Select option “A  Gate in Time” at the following link and  listen to discussion here.

 

They question why I care

The stare

Deep within my soul of shame

Historical purgatory

Constructed theology

I cringe at the thought

Pegoritive

Nowhere to hide

To go

Exile deferred

My home

My place in time

My heart sublime

Can you not see

Beyond rhetorical  dysentery

My God I love

His lens I find

I look

Neglected child

Alone

Free from facist control

Racial hyperbole

I run

Respond

Race of grace

To find my own eternal place

Stare no more

Let’s leave our own mediocrity

Self obsession

Neurosis defined

And stand

Beyond the walls of bigotry

Between his bakkie and his “boys”

He stands burning cigarette in hand

Watching

Servile pick axes

Breaking open the red, red sand

Covenant in repose

Suspended moment in time

Cosmic dance

Floating liminality

Dream? nightmare?

His “boep”

Suspended above his belt of truth

Protected overhang

Chosen, from mother’s breast

A birth right

Watching

Pick axes digging in the sand

Burning cigarette in hand

Breaking open the red, red sand

Son of Africa

So grand

Can you not see?

Your “boy”

Is not your “boy”

He is a man.

He stands before you

Just a man?

In the dust and in the sand

Oh women, so grand.

Your hope, your joy, your pain He sees,

Feeling the wind of uncertainty

Many nations sublime

Island in geographical design

A single destiny, one family

Today, I come to share a dream

Whisper in this space of time

Call upon your heart to believe enough to dream

South Africa your neighbour your friend

Sharing our destiny

Our purpose, identity

Reaching out together

To God in eternity

Oh women of Madagascar

Prophetic are your words

Called to bless, curse no more

Let the nightmare stay in the dark of night

Let a new day begin in the light

Oh women of Madagascar

This is your land

Will you trust enough to dream again?

To stand united with Him

In the dust and in the sand?