The stream (all workshops)
In memories we're intertwined, eternally entwined,
MIA, you left this world, a precious cousin of mine.
Your laughter echoes, softly in the whispering breeze,
In every sunlit meadow, under shadowed trees.
Your absence cuts like a blade, a wound that won't mend,
In my heart, your spirit dwells, a love that never ends.
With tears that cascade like rivers, I mourn your loss each day,
Yet in the depths of sorrow, your light will guide my way.
SILENT VOICES
by Laurette van der Merwe
Silent voices ... words of love.
Can I hear you speak from above?
Am I deaf or maybe blind?
Is there joy that I will find?
Help me Jesus to run the race!
Every step at Your pace.
Teach me more that I become less.
Destroy my worries and distress.
Fill my life with something new,
that I may live each day for You.
Give me hope and give me strength, that I may run the race full length.
Hear my voice and see my face.
Give me mercy, give me grace..
SILENT VOICES
by Laurette van der Merwe
Silent voices ... words of love.
Can I hear you speak from above?
Am I deaf or maybe blind?
Is there joy that I will find?
Help me Jesus to run the race!
Every step at Your pace.
Teach me more that I become less.
Destroy my worries and distress.
Fill my life with something new,
that I may live each day for You.
Give me hope and give me strength, that I may run the race full length.
Hear my voice and see my face.
Give me mercy, give me grace..
SILENT VOICES
by Laurette van der Merwe
Silent voices ... words of love.
Can I hear you speak from above?
Am I deaf or maybe blind?
Is there joy that I will find?
Help me Jesus to run the race!
Every step at Your pace.
Teach me more that I become less.
Destroy my worries and distress.
Fill my life with something new,
that I may live each day for You.
Give me hope and give me strength, that I may run the race full length.
Hear my voice and see my face.
Give me mercy, give me grace..
The River And the Rivulet, the Flood Plain and The Lakes,
The Treasures found In Glory, that Nature ne'er Forsakes,
Those little Urchins that Hop and Fly others that Swim and Slide,
all working together and beside as to their life's Blood slow Subside,
Then once again the Heavens open and the " Burrowers " come out to play,
the "Wrigglers" Worms and Wiley old Water Rat, renew their Blissful Displays,
Life is like a journey
that takes us to different
path of emotional rides
it fills with joy of laughter
sorrow of tears
ups and downs
we stand to abide by
the witnessing of life
with the matter of given choices
to embrace with opportunity
make the best out of it
to never take anything
for granted to find
with an excuses
live life to the fullest
carry a memory of
a legacy to remember
until the final day
we are all going forward and we cant go back.
i realize this at 10 when i carry my great grandmothers jewelry box out of an apartment she won’t return to.
her skin is the color of daffodil petals and just as thin.
she lets me beat her in chinese checkers and slips me a 2 dollar bill on my way out the door.
“they don’t make these anymore” she says,
“this will be worth something someday”.
That bullet landed 3 inches away from my heart
Nearly if not almost killed me
Roses delivered to me fresh on a daily
I swear you could’ve said I was loved
Clown performances
Gifts and smiles from strangers I only knew by name
Extended time and to my bells ringing
Dark colorful nights
And glittery days
Exhibited before my funeral
All faded the night
The pastor sealed the deal with a kiss
And he locked it with a ring
As my heart laid to rest and my eyes it’s farewell
Venezuela's Angel Falls cascade down my face
When I think of you my love
I can only imagine how you must have felt
When your seedlings were uprooted from fertile ground before they could sprout
It must have reaped your womb apart to see them depart
Your memories of them fading with each sunset as you wondered if they've been watered and fed compost
I know this because
When you finally found them you watered them with a bucket full of love and compost big enough to fertalise the whole village
Her beauty is a refraction of the sun's warm and gentle touch. Without his light, she would not know here or there, whether there is movement or if she is stationary. She sees herself in his light, and she is seen. She turns the lights out to reacquaint herself with the reality she once knew, it seems the further she gets from the light, the farther it takes her when she steps into the spotlight. She feels overwhelmed and the crowd is raised from the depths as she is propelled into that light... another day... another night...in another life
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