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WRITTEN IN THE SAND

WRITTEN IN THE SAND The Big Five—Africa’s pride in the vast open wild Buffalo, Rhinoceros, Elephant, Leopard and Lion Their prey—scattered Impala, Kudu and Waterbuck On hardened dust… their footprints prevail and stand WRITTEN IN THE SAND The proposal day--- carefully planned- a beautiful beach Red Roses, a Picnic, Sunrise and Diamond ring The petals—scattered on the soft damp sea tabloid Lover’s plea….a stick his pen, “Marry me—take my hand” WRITTEN IN THE SAND Early one morning--- He entered the dusty temple to teach Scribes and Pharisees brought her in—an adulterous Large stones…scattered for all to throw and accuse Jesus bent down… wrote with His finger on condemning land What was His message…..? WRITTEN IN THE SAND


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CUT THROAT

CUT THROAT

A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER--AT HOME WITH MY BABY GIRL AND HER THREE YEAR OLD BROTHER

My son attended play-school three mornings a week
his sister still at home had just turned one
she loved her big brother—her hero and friend
strapped in her car seat-- a restriction she hated
we did the short trip to fetch him from ‘school’

The 5 minute drive home –full of his morning news
pictures created and people he had played with
pulled into our drive- way in no time at all
lunch time preparation as they watched cartoons on TV

Placing my purse in the room on my bed
I turned and was grabbed around the neck
sharp knife he held the steel tip close--cut throat
threatening to kill me if I struggled or shouted

Locking the bedroom door he commanded I hand over
anything valuable—demanding to know—where I kept a gun?
he pulled off my wedding band and helped himself liberally 
still holding the knife at my throat – precious sentimental things he stole

Comprehending the fact I was no longer in sight 
my baby’s stood at the door-- banged and cried
pleading with my assailant to do them no harm
he tied me up, cut the phone cord-- just laughed

Allowing my children into the room
locking us up from the outside within
my daughter was screaming, my son acting brave
trying to cut my  constraints with a nail file

With no phone connection trapped in my room
he boldly climbed out the window taking action
three blocks down the road—  only three years old
running to my sister’s home—screaming ‘call the police’

The trauma ended as we were finally set free
continued relentless, far beyond that day— constantly
this man who attacked causing extensive terror-- fear
was never located, escaping his crime-- forever free

A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER—AT HOME WITH MY BABY GIRL AND HER THREE YEAR OLD BROTHER

This happened to us in July 1991—since then crime has escalated out of control in South Africa… many not fortunate enough to tell the tale


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ANOTHER AFRICAN DAWN

ANOTHER AFRICAN DAWN

The silence of the dawn even before
the first bird sings its unique little composition to the world
crispness of the previous night fills the air
encouraging a deep breath of purity before daily issues pollute 
how easy it is to replace this beautiful time of the day 
perceived importance of one or two extra hours of slumber
only the wisdom of an Omniscient Creator could perfect this orchestration 
each new day with such peace and promise-
the Eternal assurance of a new beginning

Dry, dusty, icy, bouncy, luxurious….. Land Rover 
morning expectancy contrasting half awake awareness
novelty of a time spent inconsistent with the predictability of standard sunrise routine
a contemplative- life assessment at break of day
wrapped up in awareness of the cold beauty and African spaces


Red Sun Competition    
 March 2013


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ESCAPE INTO REALITY

ESCAPE INTO REALITY

Escapists---fantasizing about worthless things
Well trained in our worldly ways and feelings
Struggling to visualize our predestined callings
Escapists—fantasizing about worthless things

Reality-- disregarding Eternal majestic dwellings
Pursuing false perspectives and earthly inklings
Mistaking Believers as fake brainwashed beings
Reality—disregarding Eternal majestic dwellings


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BREAKING DAWN

Breaking Dawn Night sky frays to day Headlights make holes in the slate Driving out the dark © September 2013—Kim van Breda


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TROPHY TEARS


waking to timidity of the psyche the day feels doomed not right push through it all till night fall arriving home he seems so tall sensing weakness starts a fight pushing all buttons with insight trying to remain calm and strong he wins- trophy tears torch-song © October 2013—Kim van Breda


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SLOW DOWN

I look at remains of the morning craving it deep more time to manage my life and complete Can my cramped life handle one more thing? can the eyes of our soul see life’s swing? No single advantage gained to hurry a thousand broken things missed to flurry Bulls in a china shop we break our lives missing precious moments as trivial thrives Worlds addicted speed mechanics skills maintain blur unholy moments and smear mercy drains They say time is money- that is not true this is what God intended for us to do: time to breathe deeply time to see what’s real time to laugh longer time to rest peacefully time to give Him the Glory time with Him in Eternity “We are merely moving shadows and all our busy rushing ends in nothing” – Psalm 39:6 ©September 2013—Kim van Breda


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RESPONDING TO PAIN

RESPONDING TO PAIN Why do bad things happen to good people? A legitimate question as most answers seem feeble Difficult circumstances, harm and pain are often inflicted When righteous people struggle and sorrow so clearly depicted We need to begin understanding along with defining ‘righteousness’ Clearly it’s not those who live their lives with justice and goodness Fresh perspectives-- trials are not intentional things that befall us Reaction to pain should be trying--striving to manage without fuss When our love of God depends solely on what makes us feel good Faith becomes dependent on circumstances- evidently misunderstood


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SUMMER FALLS

SUMMER FALLS April heralds Summers March as she leaves behind her warm glow in blazing trail of red and orange hues pursued by winds she trips and Falls chastened to submit to colder paths stormy clouds-- thunderous showers shedding garments of leaves and color exposes herself baring dark squall bruises behind fragmented damp misty wisp SUMMER FALLS AS WINTER CALLS © Kim van Breda—April 2014 (The start of another winter here in Cape Town)


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PIZZA

PIZZA Pizza Popular pieces Pleasing Mozzarella perfections Pastrami- Peppers irresistible slices Pizza


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