silent prayer

Be then my first light,
albeit filtered
through drapes
that used to banish
the sun
and trap the night;
hand-me-down
curtains that set
my stage
against the world.

Be then my option,
my safe-card,
get out of jail
and re-start,
afresh, anew,
be my white light
and saintly
refuge, where pine
honours and revives
memories of days-gone-by,
when I had a living dad
and a dead mother.

Be thee my solace
amongst men,
be thee my answer
to latin prayers;
be thee my Mary,
giving birth to my hope
and guarding my trust,
be my promise of life
and hope,
for all eternity.

© (13.06.2011) Rudi Prinsloo
Alle regte voorbehou / All rights reserved

if I should give you but a single ray of light that you may use to build a dream, then my friend take 10 from my hand!

be then my first light
...
for all eternity

Hier spreek hoop , geloof en liefde in `n wilde, wilde simfonie van siel ; meesterlik - wie nie hierdeur aangeraak word nie, steel suurstof

Uitgerekte kommentaar gaan die vers oneer aandoen. Rudi, meesterstuk soos altyd! Spreek boekdele!

very well thought out..very well constructed..very well written.and it flows well too..through the soul.

Ronel, Fafnir, Isabel, Rudi - dankie! Julle gawe kommentaar eer my!

Shoe Rudi - hierdie roer my diep.
Mense wil so baie goed vir ons 'wees' en doen - maar die simpelste versoek/gebed/behoefte kan hulle nie wees nie.....
Jou siel meesterlik verwoord hier....

Wow Bobette, jou kommentaar ruk my tot stilte, dis waar: daardie klein dingetjies - die min waarna ons smag. Dankie vir jou inloer.