Jammer vir die onaktiwiteit

As jy teleurgesteld was oor 'n maand se onaktiwiteit is ek regtig jammer. In die afgelope maand is ek omgepraat om my gedigte en gedagtes op Facebook te publiseer. Ek wou nog nooit die Facebook ding doen nie, omdat ek nie daarvan hou om aan die hele wêreld elke dag te vertel hoe ek voel en waarmee ek besig is nie. Tog is dit 'n baie goeie medium waardeur 'n mens dít kan doen wat ek op hierdie blog doen. Almal is egter nie op Facebook nie, en daarom sal ek voortaan alles wat ek daar publiseer ook hier laat verskyn. Hier dan 'n paar gedigte en gedagtes om in te haal....

The man who is contented to be only himself, and therefore less a self, is in prison. My own eyes are not enough for me, I will see through those of others. C. S. Lewis

mammon

êrens buite skuif dinge

waai dit

onkeerbaar

onbekend

wild soos gulsige winde

alle gisters

is meer as ooit verby

die onvastigheid

vaster as ooit

nuwe meesters

gee nuwe redes

vir nuwe krisisse

en kleines

bid tot stille gode

en wonder

wie skuif alles deurmekaar

en luister

na nuwe beloftes

en hoop

dat dit nie leuens is nie

is dit waar

wat profete prewel

dat die nuwe grotes

self die winde bring

self die krisis

self die aanval en die toevlug?

is dit waar

dat díe winde

mammon

en armagéddon

bring?

In the court case of the stolen apple pie, the fingers blamed the hands for moving them, the hands accused the arms, the arms blamed the eyes for looking at the forbidden food, the eyes blamed the neck for turning the head, the neck blamed the nose for smelling and the nose blamed the brain for planning the theft. The brain blamed the heart for allowing the state of affairs.

And the heart was guilty. Koos van der Merwe

The man who is contented to be only himself, and therefore less a self, is in prison. My own eyes are not enough for me, I will see through those of others. C. S. Lewis

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perterbations of love is Hell. C. S. Lewis

Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. C. S. Lewis