The last dewdrop

Morning breaks, the dewdrops glisten
The night has run its course
Birdsong abounds, just listen!
The sun's alarm clock crows itself hoarse

The little flowers that in the night
Have hung closed, silent and fearful
Raise their head in the dawn light
Their open petals bright and beautiful

The dregs of cold air scatter
Under the assault of the sunbeams
Animals scurry hither and thither
Freed from their dark dreams

The morning air grows warmer
The last dewdrop hangs on its leaftip
It tenses itself, it grows smaller
And then in one upwards leap
It

I walk not this path alone

My life to me is a race to be run
Forward I look - to the finshing line
Not a glance behind whence it begun
For before me I see His glory shine.

My life to me is a war to be fought
He clothes me with heavenly armour
To me the deadliest foe is but naught
When beside me stands my powerful Father

My life to me is a uphill journey
I tread the narrow, dangerous path
But I know that 'Thou art with me'
Against the fellest woe I can but laugh

My life to me is as a sheep's grazing
As I'm wont to, oft I stray
But my Shepherd's rod and staff come blazing
Down to nudge me back into the way

My life is like the morning's dew
It passes, unpredictable and fast
Yet I can leap into each day anew
Because He clothes me more than grass

My life's road stretches far before me
I know not what the next corner may bring
But with eager steps I follow Thee
My God - my Prophet, Priest, and King

In a dark and filthy land dwell we
Some under heavy burdens groan
But a faithful Friend has lightened me
And so I walk not this path alone.


(this was written on September 25th, but only posted on Nov 05)

Ode to August

As summer fades and the autumn shower
Comes to drive us under cover
Of our beloved school's white roofs
Pelting us with cases, texts and rule proofs

It's indeed hard to believe
Our holidays have been terminated
Tomorrow it's back to - good grief!
Getting our heads lectureminated...

The fun and hustle-bustle of matric week
Silenced abruptly by the onset of classes
The breath crushed out of us - squeek!
Time to don you reading glasses

Tumbleweed rolling around in my brain
The vast unfilled deserts, void of all
Waiting for the water of the knowledge rain
Which in a cycle, empties away in the exam hall

I've forgotten how to use Lawnet already
It's hard to sit down and read any textbook
Whatever that was... IVLE?
I think I'd better go and have a look

Books and books, they line my shelf
The very same shelves emptied in May
I look at them, I look at myself
Oh horrors! whence came they?

And they mutter amongst themselves up there
speaking of this case, that case, where
some guy sues another and the judge
decides that one's wrong and the
other's right, because somehow chocolate fudge
tastes really good in summer
but now its past and we're back
in the dungeon of the spanish inquisition
no time to slack, gotta crack
move move MOVE!

and so school term starts.

Sigh...


(This was written on August 11, but only posted here on Nov 6th)

Petals

Out of the evenstar the bats awaken
The mountains rise against the last throes
of the sun as it blinks out
smothered by the shadows

The darkness creeps beneath the woods
Mist spills like water
over the scented floor
as the ferns and flowers slumber

The stream tapdances over the stones
washing the white lilies
swirling and mixing with
the afterglow of the skies

Not of the fading light
not of the gloamy wisps
comes the flower of my
love, it is lost in
Wandering paths of trodden
pine needles and yellowed
leaves that hiss underfoot
to shush my steps
lest the little birds
awaken in their nests

Scattered my heart is
as the acorns that fall
like the snow of autumn
and I cannot see the way
I release my mind
and it is gone
to find the waters
like a thirsting doe
like a flower whose petals
the winds sweeps and
cradles to the wide sky
to distant shores
Petals pink like the sunset
lifted to the heavens
and gone forever.

And I alone remain
The thorn
Without the rose.

Tis not the End

For a while
on the same path
we have been
The same sounds
we've heard
the same sights seen
Now we come to
the parting of ways
Been together
so many days
Bygone times
and memories
Deeply treasured
in the heart
Let these
guide us always
Though we
must now part
Perhaps someday
if meet we do
We’ll find that
we still hold true
To our friendship
Never letting
it ever slip
Through dangers
and troubled times
Faraway places
and different climes
And so here’s to us
To friendship, my friend
Even though part we must
Our lots cast
Remember
Tis not the end
But the beginning
of our story together
With God’s blessing
We’ll stay
Friends forever.

Little Things

It is the gift unexpected

That says words untold

The lift kindly offered

That cheers up a lonely road

Or when the soul despairs

Burdened with a thousand cares

The mere voice of a friend

Makes a heart beat again

The little things matter

A short love letter

A pat on the back

An arm around the shoulder

Just a simple word, a simple deed

In an hour of need

Drives darkness away

And warms a freezing day

Friendship/Love

When you say ‘I’m fine,’

I know you are not,

When you think you’re ugly

I say you are hot,

When you feel like giving up

I cheer you on to fight

When you say things are dark

I try to make things bright

I think it's awesome that way,

It’s why we’re here today,

Because...

When I say “I’m fine,”

You know I’m not,

And when I think I’m ugly

You tell me I’m hot.

When I feel like giving up

You cheer me on to fight

And when I think things are dark

You make my whole life bright.

A New Year's Arrival

The sky is black, the stars white,

And like any other night,

The yellow cheese shines bright above.

It’s peaceful up there, and quite so here on earth.

But peace won’t reign for long because the

Slow but steady second hand

Is moving, and it takes another

Step

And

BANG! WHOOSH! WHEE! BLAM! BLAP!

Glorious fire fills the air.

As people their joys share

Amidst fireworks’ screams and wails

Here a bit and there a byte

Of MSNs and SMSes and emails

Rush along out of sight

Telling people “The old year

Is gone, the new is here!

Forget your mistakes and

Go, go at it again!”