The smile

16:03 15 October in Weeskinders
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I was moody that day, and too irritated to ask myself why. Constantly biting back the sharp things my mind produced, begging to be flung at everybody who crossed my path.

I attended all my meetings, won every argument, and quickly lost what was left of myself. By lunchtime even my shadow was long gone. It’s science you know? They leave with the light. Some things are wonderfuly predictable that way.

My anger marched ahead like a forcefield. Demanding to be known, to be felt. Gripping its jaws around every inch of calm or kindness, craving the rip. The scream.

The wake of my resistance set the pace. Drumming out an angry rhythm, and I was determined to follow. Giving myself willingly. Wildly. Screaming at every inch of every thing. Even outraged at the audacity of the air that would dare to touch me without granted permission.

I arched my back, threw my head, and hurled my rage towards the sky. Begging the world for battle!

And that was the moment when, by some miracle, I noticed Him.
Smiling at me. Of all things.

Smiling!

Showing me kindness. Loving on me. Beaming the warmth of His eyes across my every inch. Unaffected by my… well, by me. Living beyond the reach of change. Even mine.

In the days there after I would encounter His smile just as I did in the days before,but the specific shade of THAT smile has been warming my heart and cooling my fear ever since.

You see – He is unafraid. Even of us.

Fraksioneel

11:36 08 October in Rym
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‘n Stilte
‘n droogte
‘n skeur:
skrikwekkend middeldeur

‘n Skreeu
‘n skrik
‘n val:
verpletterende knal

‘n Bang
‘n pleit
‘n smeek:
die lewensglans ontbreek

Sirenes
hande
gryp
om die lekplek toe te knyp

Spoed
bevele
stop
lig sy voete los sy kop

‘n Pomp
‘n Steek
‘n Sny
en toe glip sy gees verby.

Liggeraak

09:12 04 October in Rym
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Daar’s ‘n son wat aanhou
opdaag
om ons lewenskring te voed
met sy ligbad
en sy vasvat
en sy geel genade gloed

daar’s ‘n son wat aanhou
opdaag
om die nag se steel te stop
met vlamkoors in sy are
en ‘n fakkel op sy kop

en ons ou aarde
draai om en om
ons klein blou
beweeg

en die son
hang hoog
in die hemelboog:
die vuurvaste strateeg.

The void

11:35 28 September in Rhyme
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If all the things
that’s left unsaid
would gather in a cloud
and pierce the sky
in poignant cry
sharp
and shrill
and loud
if all those words
came pouring down
if all those questions fell
symphonical apologies
and minuettes from hell

the earth might sigh
a slow relief
her hidden drought destroyed
the birds might shrink
and turn their backs
anxious
and annoyed

and we might live
despite the glare
of brightened understanding
or drown amidst
the fatal force
of being too demanding.

Volkslied van die vreemdes

15:30 14 September in Rym
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Ons is die onbekendes
die vermoeides
die gestremdes
die hangkopwilg se blare
die vlam se vlek en roet
ons is die bitter banneling
wat die dag galstarrig groet

ons is ‘n honger oomblik
die hartklop van die snik
die blindheid van die bedelaar
die tong se sleep en stik
ons is die ver vervreemdes
die gewondes
die ontneemdes
die donker dood
se kopbeenkraak
wat oor
en oor
in pyn ontwaak

ons is ons is
oorbodig
ons is so sielsgevlek
die smeerstreep
en die skadu
wat oor elke ligpunt lek.

SARS

09:47 12 September in Rym
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Die oorlogsklok
het pas gelui
‘n string beseerdes
sluip verby
want dis hier waar vreemde voete leer:
‘n slagtydskaap
word aangekeer

die syfers is ‘n landmynveld
marsjeer op tippetoon
prosedures is ‘n slangsersant
kom sidder
en kom stoom

want die troepe is eenvoudig!
die troepe is te swak!
die troepe is sy suikerriet
wat hy een
vir een
sal knak.

Nuweling

19:31 31 August in Rym
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Die Nuutmaker
het my beetgekry
opgesaal
en fiks gery
ingeskryf
vir ‘n uithourit
en ‘n vlegsel in
my nek gesit

want die Nuutmaker
maak alles nuut
die Nuutmaker
maak mooi
die Nuutmaker
kan meer hanteer
as ‘n mensehand se plooi
die Nuutmaker
se oog sien skerp
die Nuutmaker
lag breed
oor die dieptes van
my binneman
wat hy nog uit gaan meet

Die Nuutmaker
het my goed gery
die heuwels en
die hel verby
tot ‘n blink salpeter
uitslaansweet
my ware kleure
uit sou meet

ek buig
en buig
voor Sy werke
ek buig
en buig
want ek’s klein

sien:
die Nuutmaker
het ‘n perd gekerf
toe ek
nog hond was
op my werf.