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@vyfenvyftig
Stop and smell the mangoes
Mangoes, avos, marriage
All things that are better when they’re ripe
And they aren't ripe until you knów they are
You can't squeeze them ready
Just know the wait is worth it
Because when you have a good one that's all you think:
God, I love mangoes.
Wow, I love avos.
My mens*, I really love you.
Father’s thoughts
“I wonder where I put my blue pen,”
“Does it have to be blue?”
“No it’s just what I was writing in my journal with,”
“Are your thoughts blue then?”
I laughed, blinked,
Perhaps that’s the problem -
I just need to change my pen!
Stop writing blue
Start writing what’s true -
black on white, instead.
Inspired by a classic dad joke that ended up dripping with wisdom.
'n Les oor Liefde
Die litchi plaas het bietjie later oopgemaak,
die vrugte was nog nie ryp nie
Maar hulle is daar, in trosse
Mamma het altyd gesê
“Moenie ryp druk wat net tyd en son nodig het nie.”
Ek wag al so lank vir die seisoen om aan te breek
En ek het al klaar kaartjies vir twee...
Honesty is the best policy
A life policy can't turn the electric blanket on for me
It can't help me understand taxes
It doesn't remind me I deserve better than that guy
It cannot walk me down the aisle one day
It won't make jokes or laugh at mine
A life policy can't answer the phone when I am scared
#thingsthataretoosoretosay
WARNING:
I am not good enough
Bad thoughts are like cigarettes
They are not bad for you if you just hold it
But when you let them burn, inhale, taste them
It is oddly calming, feels right
They will stain you, and your mom will smell it
With time it will kill you
Put it out
JOHN 16:33
over-whelm-ed
What does “whelm” even mean?
In Zulu it is ekhunga-the-kile
“ to turn (something, such as a dish or vessel) upside down - ”
In French, ac-ca-blé
“ - usually to cover something: or engulf completely - ”
In Portuguese it is sobre-carre-gado
“ - with usually disastrous effect ”
I still do not understand -
But, “take heart for I have over-come the world”
"Who told you that you were naked?"
Tonight in the shower
I had a moment of clarity
But I am wary
of even the clearest of thoughts
Because often
that is what depression feels like
Even the darkness can feel so
absolutely dark - that it feels sobering
It feels like you finally see the truth
And not what you want to see
"Lappop" my VW Polo
I did not love you
For fear of my own rejection
I too have a Free State number plate
and I am white,
You were a blessing
but I saw you as Privilege.
it really was an accident though -
“I’m sorry!” I scream into the scrap yard
It’s just a vehicle - yet so am I?
Plead the blood
You are bleeding !
So much blood everywhere,
But it’s not just yours
He bled too - and died - for you
The blood doesn’t stop
You have it on your hands (As do I)
Why won’t you accept the transfusion
Even when it’s “all stitched up”
- it just bleeds to the inside
You will die without It.
GEHEIME GEDAGTE 47302
ek sal nooit vir my kinders vertel
dat mamma toe mamma vyf-en-twintig was
‘n matras gekoop het
wat te klein was vir my bed se basis nie
(perongeluk)
dat ek al daardie tyd gewens het
hulle was al daar
sodat die randjie rondom
die perfekte vastrapplek sou wees
vir hulle om te kom opklim vroeggoggend
BREKENDE HARTEBREKER
ek het jou vriendskap verloor maar
ek hou nog die herinnering van jou vas
soos ek die verlate babatjie in die paediatriese saal vashou
versigtig
hartseer
dis jammer, sê mens
wat maak ons met jou?
hy het rede om te huil al weet hy dit nie
en ek het ook al glo jy dit nie
The day I asked the Holy Spirit to come live with me
He knocked and knocked
I scrambled and scurried,
Finally opening the door to a gentleman -
He embraced me, “I am so glad - ”
“But, but - ”
“I Am. Here.”
Years later,
You no longer have to knock
because the house is Yours
I no longer hurry
except to tell You daily:
I am so glad You Are.
HELOVESME HELOVESME HELOVESME
The Lord brought me flowers
Four times this week -
I push my nose against them
Inhaling the heavenly scent
Taking one to dry and keep forever,
with all the others you’ve given me
They are not roses but metaphors
Sweet, rich
I love seeing your Kingdom reflected in everything -
Thank you Jesus
I love You.
Inspired by Gray Flowers from The Gray Havens
FREERANGE, EXTRA LARGE
At its most vulnerable sunny side up,
often enjoyed simply easy over
When it's too soft it runs everywhere,
hard boiled goes well with a pinch of salt
Some omelettes end up scrambled
- it takes some practice
(as does poaching).
Loved by many, though not all,
Humble, yet crucial ingredient
my heart is an egg.
UNEARNED PURSUIT
A girl called me “Rooftops”
a veiled insult, unintentionally prophetic
Then a boy sang “I’m yours”
a teenage confession, unknowingly poetic
You see, before I knew Him
He hid for me a treasure in the future
Where unveiled, teary eyed from awe:
“from the rooftops I proclaim
That I am Yours, I am Yours”
Referencing Rooftops - Hillsong, I'm yours - Jason Mraz
Singleness stronghold
How unwise of you enemy
To keep so many women from marriage
You have merely amplified our yearning for
The Bridegroom
We prepare ourselves for him continuously
Engaged to the Lord of All himself
His name is already ours
Nothing you do can make us less of a Bride
Nor Him less of a Groom