Haar binneste lê diep.
Verlate. Vergete. In ‘n diep,
stof bedekte hoekie.
Beneath the dust
of pain and rejection and abuse
are memories of joy and acceptance and caress.
Her facade of stone lingers in my mind...
Harde hand, het harder geslaan.
Her gap-toothed grin,
showing disdain,
even hate,
maar nie ‘n gryntjie vreugde.
Lafvaardsvoet het hard getrap.
Barbaarse tong het diep gesny.
Scars of vulgarity remain,
on the calloused hands
and deformed,
once beautiful
face.
Deprived of love, she is left lifeless.
‘n Skaars funksionerende kadawer.
Renew her heart oh Lord.
Have her yearn for my compassionate embrace.
Heal her, oh God of Love.
Make her to be once more, a woman of Grace.
©G. Hermens, 29-11-2011.
Verlate. Vergete. In ‘n diep,
stof bedekte hoekie.
Beneath the dust
of pain and rejection and abuse
are memories of joy and acceptance and caress.
Her facade of stone lingers in my mind...
Harde hand, het harder geslaan.
Her gap-toothed grin,
showing disdain,
even hate,
maar nie ‘n gryntjie vreugde.
Lafvaardsvoet het hard getrap.
Barbaarse tong het diep gesny.
Scars of vulgarity remain,
on the calloused hands
and deformed,
once beautiful
face.
Deprived of love, she is left lifeless.
‘n Skaars funksionerende kadawer.
Renew her heart oh Lord.
Have her yearn for my compassionate embrace.
Heal her, oh God of Love.
Make her to be once more, a woman of Grace.
©G. Hermens, 29-11-2011.
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