Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 march 2013

On the day that they nailed Him to a cross [2]

On the day that they nailed Him to a cross
the sun did rise as it always does,
and shepherds did go to the veldt as they always do,
 
they did look astonish at the animals
when they were returning to the corral
when darkness came upon the earth as if it was night
 
and they were puzzled when the sun was setting at three o’clock,
and did wonder about the things that were coming upon the earth.
On the day that they nailed Him to a cross
 
shepherds did quickly return to their homes,
tombs were torn open outside the city
when they were returning to the corral
 
while thunder from heaven fell upon the earth,
when demons were disguised as men at the cross
and shepherds did go to the veldt as they always do,
 
and frightened soldiers were marvelled about what was happening
when mere man challenged God without any fear;
tombs were torn open outside the city
 
and the sun was dark in its orbit
when a scolding crowd came to the cross.
On the day that they nailed Him to a cross
 
mere men had His blood upon their hands,
darkness fell, over all of humanity there was a shadow,
when mere man challenged God without any fear;
 
and nobody cautioned against these acts and words
and for some time the Son of God was silent
and shepherds did go to the veldt as they always do,
 
while the creator God did die upon a cross
demons thought that they had won and laughed sneeringly;
darkness fell, over all of humanity there was a shadow
 
when God gave His own life in suffering,
when God died as a ransom for all of humanity.
On the day that they nailed Him to a cross
shepherds did go to the veldt as they always do,
 
when God saved man from the might of darkness
they did look astonish at the animals,
demons thought that they had won and laughed sneeringly
when darkness came upon the earth as if it was night.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 march 2013

Ultimate rescue did come from hands like these

Ultimate rescue did come from hands like these,
not precisely equal to my own, maybe a little bit bigger
or even just smaller
but the hands of a carpenter were spliced
over a cross, before hammer blows
send cruel nails right through
and men were mocking Him, not really realizing
that they were tempting the Holy Trinity
 
and now we trust our lives into the hands of others
in trains, in cars, busses, or on aeroplanes
even in the buildings where we work and dwell
knowing that our journey will be safe,
that nothing will fall on us
and yet we fail to see the ultimate sacrifice
that the Son of God made for us.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 march 2013

Ultimate rescue did come from hands like these

Ultimate rescue did come from hands like these,
not precisely equal to my own, maybe a little bit bigger
or even just smaller
but the hands of a carpenter were spliced
over a cross, before hammer blows
send cruel nails right through
and men were mocking Him, not really realizing
that they were tempting the Holy Trinity
 
and now we trust our lives into the hands of others
in trains, in cars, busses, or on aeroplanes
even in the buildings where we work and dwell
knowing that our journey will be safe,
that nothing will fall on us
and yet we fail to see the ultimate sacrifice
that the Son of God made for us.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 march 2013

Saviour

The kings, dukes, princes and prelates
did not want to know You, one of them even wanted to destroy You
and the learned men, the priesthood and the plutocracy
did not want to be a part of Your harvest
and later the Sanhedrin and a governor
punished You as totally innocent man,
thrashed You with a cat-o-nine-tails,
as they mocked You and even at Your death they were silly
when smugly they did decide over Your fate,
nailed You to a cross and pushed it into the earth,
aimed insults, mockery and spit at Your face,
as they pressed the worst bit of humanity onto You
but for those who are broken You did come
and in love like a lamb You were mute.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 26 march 2013

Saviour

The kings, dukes, princes and prelates
did not want to know You, one of them even wanted to destroy You
and the learned men, the priesthood and the plutocracy
did not want to be a part of Your harvest
and later the Sanhedrin and a governor
punished You as totally innocent man,
thrashed You with a cat-o-nine-tails,
as they mocked You and even at Your death they were silly
when smugly they did decide over Your fate,
nailed You to a cross and pushed it into the earth,
aimed insults, mockery and spit at Your face,
as they pressed the worst bit of humanity onto You
but for those who are broken You did come
and in love like a lamb You were mute.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 march 2013

On the platform

Suitcases, zipped bags
are present on the platform
while a train is entering it
and it stands and hisses steam
when adults and children
bustle and climb in
before the whistle blows.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 march 2013

Strangers

When our train
clanging move on its tracks
sometimes comes to a halt
we sit as total strangers
right across each other
and every conversation disappears
when the clanging motion starts again. 


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 march 2013

When I catch your glance

When I catch your glance
when two trains came to a halt
with windows together
I see for a moment
how you stare at me
so as if recognition
catches us for a moment.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 march 2013

Four walls against the wind and weather

(after G.A. Watermeyer)
 
Four walls against the wind and the weather,
four wall to avert the glaring sun,
 
with a bright lantern burning against the wall
until the hour of midnight,
 
a blonde wife with green-brown eyes
to keep this place sociable
 
and when the lightning falls blue-white,
when the rains falls for fourteen days without an end
 
the fields have turned to green,
are overwhelming in the season
 
and we thank the almighty Lord
for peach trees that are budding.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 march 2013

Rain in the winter (in answer to G.A. Watermeyer and Pirow Bekker)

With steady walls sheltering against every wind,
cosy against the blinding afternoon sun
 
I and my darling sit next to the hot fireplace
and time lingers as if moments can last into eternity,
 
the cat is busy throwing wool to and thro,
the dog lays stretched out and do admire the red flames
 
that are licking as they hiss in the sieving rain
and each one of us
 
are far past happy, our cups do overflow,
while we hear the peaceful swirl of the falling rain. 
 
[References: “Reën in die voorwinter” (Rain in the winter) by G.A. Watermeyer, “Winter in die voorreën”  (Winter in the first rain) by Pirow Bekker.]


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