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Bob Gotti, 31 october 2013

Our Assurance

As believers, we are assured, not in situations, but in The Lord,
This, even when life is at its best, in Christ Jesus we are to rest,
As one never knows my friend, what is ahead, around the bend,
As we travel our course in life, even as believers in Jesus Christ.

Situations in this life change, as Jesus Christ, remains the same,
Yesterday, today and forever, dear friend, Jesus changes never,
Nor does God’s plan for our life, though we have pain and strife,
Marked out is each day that we see, by the Author of all Eternity.

We need not to be overwhelmed, for The Lord is still at the helm,
Up above watching everyone, especially men who know His Son;
He knows the plans He has for us, so we can rest in Christ Jesus,
Knowing that the Lord has willed, all in our life that will be fulfilled.

The plans God has for you and me, shall take us far into Eternity,
This is just preparation friend, for a time ahead that shall not end,
Where all dismay will be no more, as we reach that Eternal Shore,
When all doubting will be denied; as we stand in a body Glorified.

With this Eternal Hope in mind, we can leave all our doubt behind,
As we wait for our Blessed Hope, He gives needed grace to cope,
And Christ gives us peace of mind, leaving fear and worry behind,
While we look forward by grace, to seeing our Savior face to face.

(Copyright ©08/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 31 october 2013

Following God

To follow God, it is my choice, as I hear that inner voice,
Of the Spirit of Jesus Christ, guiding me through my life,
To follow Him, as my guide, as Jesus walks by my side,
Guiding me, in all that I do; as He daily sees me through.

Given the choice, if I choose, to walk alone, I could lose,
The peace of God deep inside, when in the Spirit I abide;
Or blessing and joy my friend, as I go around each bend,
But, with Christ, I am content, wherever by God I am sent.

To walk in His Righteousness, life’s filled with fruitfulness,
In my deeds along the way, as He guides me, day to day,
Fruitfulness which is from God, as I walk this earthly sod,
While I’m guided from above, in the Spirit’s light and love.

If I choose to walk alone, I lose that power, of His Throne,
Power from the Spirit of Christ, to deal with trial and strife,
If I walk opposing the Spirit, ignoring His voice as I hear it,
I am open to the subtlety, of deceptive ways of the enemy.

So my choice is The Lord; my ways by Him aren’t ignored,
As The Spirit truly guides me, in life with grace abundantly,
As He helps me live for God, led by Christ’s staff and rod,
In this life, as He blesses me, as I’m on my way to Eternity.

(Copyright ©08/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Talat Jehan, 31 october 2013

Blessings..

Blessing..

Those countless blessings which showers us everyday..

In the form of success, joy and self satisfaction..

But we humans take this beautiful message in different ways..

Some took this opportunity as a lesson, and some ignore and think as they deserve it..

And this is where greatness and prideness meets of human meets..

Prideness stays for a while..
But greatness stays forever..

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Gert Strydom, 30 october 2013

Crépe memories

Late Friday afternoon
you will open the cupboard
take out flower,
mix your pancake mixture,
put two pans on the gas-stove
with a bit oil in each,
mix cinnamon and sugar
to sprinkle in a plate
and on the pancakes,
turn open two flames
and bake crépes and throw them over
until there is pile for me and Hannes
and the whole house smell of pancakes
and later after a prayer
we will sit at the table and feast on crépes
of which the sugar melts in.

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Gert Strydom, 30 october 2013

At church square he stands

At church square he stands just in front of the steps
and the statue of old uncle Paul
with a guitar in his hand
in a torn dirty jean
and the wind flutters the old washed-out shirt
of the curly head blonde singer
and he looks dumbfounded.

He notices people walking past
to offices, busses and cars
(and some of them are chatting)
and only a few does notice him,
leave silver
and even a bank note in his hat.

In his memories he goes back
to a time with food in the house
and his mother and father that did love each other,
to a time when life was still simple and free
and his eyes catch a bolt of lightning
that flashes blue-white in an open sky
and he wonders if it is later going to rain
while he plays and sings a sad song.

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Satish Verma, 30 october 2013

THE URBORN

Let it be, a dawn prayer,
dripping with fantasy
intercepting the strip-search of soul
tempting a mad psyche.

The sleeping volcano was going to celebrate,
put the sign on.
Perfectly shineless hands will raise
the banner to donate kidneys, eyes and heart

to the broken star, who on the name of book
was sending the empty cadaver on ivory car,
a saviour from carnage, to mimic
a divine touch.

Why are they playing with flames of summer?
Poor minutes were sinned, the centuries
will suffer now. On the green leaves
a nightingale lies bleeding!

Satish Verma

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Anthony DiMichele, 30 october 2013

our calling

adolescence
the last level for us
destroyers
our calling is in the ashes
kill this world
of uniformity
when you're asked for solutions
scoff
it's not your job
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Alicja Kuberska, 29 october 2013

Gaia

Emerged from the depths of chaos
mother of sky, mountains, sea, man.
She wove the thread of life
from many intimately linked elements.

We are one big family.
and depend on each other
- humans, plants, animals.
We share a common destiny.

Man belongs to the Earth
and is a small part of the weave.
Harming the soil, flora or fauna
he condemns himself to death in solitude.

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Gert Strydom, 29 october 2013

Somewhere in the karoo

Where the heat in the grey karoo throws hazy waves
I had to stop at a time with a flat tyre
and in the karee-bushes I only noticed one sheep
while around me the ground was dusty red
but still this scene was beautiful
with a windmill turning screaming and knocking,
the other sheep drinking at a dam
and an old farm house did complete the picture.
In that desolate land I could hear the voice of God
where the scene stretched into the distance,
with only here and there a tree breaking the monotony
and there I did loose the conceit of my youth,
burned the scene into my mind before I had to leave
and felt the grass-seeds jutting into my socks.

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Gert Strydom, 29 october 2013

Suddenly it’s spring

Suddenly the arrival of spring is not disguised
when wild flowers are blooming over the hills and dales
and the signs are suddenly everywhere
that live sometimes does astound.

There is heat coming back into the sun,
on the breeze is the fragrance of falling rain
and in the distance at times blue-white flashes roar
when the first fruit trees starts to flower.

In the whole world there is rejoicing
and where my life at a time was empty
You did also walk on the road ahead
and like spring Your works is in everything
when all of life in my maturity fits together
and continually buds out like spring.

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