I Know Nothing About France

I know nothing about France

I know only of what I have heard

I only heard rumours

I heard rumours

That France

Was a ruthless coloniser of Africa

I know nothing about France

Only one sip of French tea

Made me believe

That it is true
That the French

Have great taste

I know nothing about the French

I only know of exotic French-Algerians

I know of Zidane’s magnificent boot

I know of Cecile’s spectacular grace

I know of her passion for God

I know of her fire to spread God’s love

I know of the miracles that follow her

I know of the message of God

That sits restless at the tip of her tongue

Tongues like fire

Are waiting

To baptise masses with the Spirit

I know that when she steps back into France

Heaven steps in with her

The earth with shake

Demons will flee

When she steps in France

France will be colonised by heaven

I know that when they see her

They will know that

She

Is not

The same

The power of resurrection

Is at work within her

There is power in her right hand

She will raise her right hand

Like Moses raised his stick

Whenever a miracle had to happen

Miracles will happen

When she lifts her hands to heaven

She will be called

Miracle woman

© siki dlanga

For Cecile with love

He is confident - for Belinda

He likes the way you are

He likes the way He made you

He likes you

Intensely

Immensely

Incredibly

He likes what His hands

Have accomplished

He likes the way you are

He is unlike an artist

Who envisions one thing

And it turns out to be another

What He envisions

Becomes

You are His wonderful vision

You have His seal

You are His perfect work of art

His work is flawless

His work of art is more than a vision

As an artist exhibits his artwork

He exhibits you

With confidence

© siki dlanga

for Belinda as per facebook request

Gratitude

Siyabulela

I know that

I promised you verses

It had to be true verses

Not just written on any day

I had to wait for a day

Where a way

Had been made for my heart to be able to say

Without a single hint of ingratitude

Siyabulela

You see gratitude

Is not an attitude

Found in the pit of hell

Gratitude

Is what set apart the one leper

From the other nine lepers Jesus healed

Gratitude

Is what multiplied the loaves and the fishes

Gratitude is what fed the five thousand and the four thousand

Siyabulela

I could not just write you verses

I had to wait for a day

Where my heart was overflowing with gratitude

Gratitude is an attitude of heaven

My heart had to be sanctified

My thoughts had to be rectified

My language had to be a mirror of heaven

Do you know

That gratitude

Attracts

Angelic attention

When they see it

When they hear it

They position themselves

To multiply loaves and fishes

This is why I had to wait for my heart to be true

It opens the gates of heaven

It opens the very gates of God’s heart

How then can impurity be found

In my heart

When I say

Siyabulela

© siki dlanga

*Siyabulela is a Xhosa word that means "We are grateful". It is also used as a name.
Xhosa is a South African language spoken in the Eastern Cape, also Mandela's mother tongue and many other amazing heroes,

Celebrating the Celes

Love covers
Your marriage
Like a blanket

Your love is alive
It stands out
Among the rest
Like the moon
In the night

In your hands
Is the sword of justice
Together
You wield the truth
With great skill
For the sake of the poor

In-joy
In-love
In laughter
Is your power

In reverence
In honour
Is your wisdom

© siki Dlanga
For Gaynore and Msizi
As per Gaynore's facebook request

Zella's Dance

Of Zella
What shall say?
Where shall I find the words?
Does she know
That she is the reason
I have remained silent
Awestruck
Reverend
Amazed
How do you dance?
Why is it that your body
Can do what it does?
What music do you dance to?
What is the name of your stage?
And what is its measurement?
Does God make us believe
That you dance on our stage
While you dance
In His immeasurable stage

Your spirit is so expansive
Your body is inside your spirit
With your movements
We are transported to another realm
With your every turn
We are ushered through
When we return we are not the same
Tell me what song do you hear?
Yours is the rhythm of the throne room
Yours is the dance
Of wild fearsome angels
You dance between them
You move with their rhythm
As though they were mere pillars
Those fiery beings lift you up
They spin you around
When they lower you to earth
You burn
Sometimes your body cannot contain it
Yet you return for more
For with every fiery dance
Every heavenly visit
Your capacity expands
What do they call your dance in heaven?

© siki dlanga
as per facebook request

You are a dance I can't describe and a poem I can't write. You are spectacular and I am deeply moved by who you are. I am blessed blessed blessed by you Zella. There are things I can't even describe...what sort of being are you? Things that have pulled me to something higher and saved me. really. As you can see the poem is full of questions because you a wonder and I am mesmerized.

Of Zella - part 1

Of Zella
What can I say?
When you walk
When you talk
When you sit
When you are silent
When you love
When you just are
You are like the sight
Angel wings
As they land

© siki Dlanga

Diversity - for Will Nel

Speaking of diversity
Without speaking of unity
Is like
Expecting good fruit
While
Disregarding the tree
It’s like
Admiring beauty
Without
Adoring God
Unity is like good soil
Diversity is every plant growing on it
Unity
Is like a husband and wife
With their hearts beating as one
Diversity
Is their children
Unity is a rainbow
Diversity is every colour
That makes it a rainbow

© siki dlanga
as per Wil Nel's request on Facebook

Explosions of Joy - for Zandi

Hearts
Explode
With joy
Heavenly voices
Raining down laughter
Your song
Your voice
Joy releasing
Song unleashing
Like a weapon
In the Lord’s mouth
Cutting away
What must be cut away
Planting what must be planted
Do not retreat
Do not retreat
Heaven backs you
When you do
What you were made
To do
Do

(c) siki dlanga
as per Zandi's facebook request

Ancient Hands

Ancient Hands
That moulded man from clay
Ancient Hands
That drew woman out of man
Ancient Hands
That made her beautiful
Ancient Hands
That blessed Abraham, Isaac and Essau
Ancient Hands
That lifted Moses’ staff
Splitting the red sea
So that Israel would be saved
Ancient Hands
That strengthened Joshua
Ancient Hands
That brought down the walls of Jericho
Ancient Hands
That saved Rahab and redeemed Ruth
Ancient Hands
Whose great love even blessed the world through Christ
Ancient Hands
That will not let your foot slip
Ancient Hands
That hold you in its palms
Ancient Hands
That hold the breath of all humanity
Ancient Hands
That feed all living beings
Ancient Hands
That beautify flowers
Ancient Hands
That count the stars
Ancient Hands
That count your hair
Ancient Hands
Whose love is visibly spread out in the night sky
Those ancient Hands are over your heart
Giving it life
I see your heart shooting
Like shooting stars
A thousand times
As it comes to glorious life
I see those ancient Hands
Over your heart
Setting it free
Yet not letting go
Giving it light
Ancient Hands
Hold you with love
Yes those Ancient Hands
That healed the sick
Made the blind eyes see
Those ancient Hands
Hold you
Ancient Hands
That make all things new
Renew you

© siki dlanga
For Margot my friend.

Nicole the star

In a few words
Nicole is a star
That shines brighter
Yet refuses to be a lone star
She is a star that knows
That the heavens
Are far too vast
For one lone star
So she shines her light
Drawing other stars
Calling them to shine with her
From every corner of Africa
Brightening the African sky
She knows that Africa
Is blessed
With
Many
More
*stars
Whose light
Must be SEEN
The more stars shine
The more we see
She follows
The voice
That said
Who are you?
Not
To be
Great?

© Siki Dlanga
March 2012
For Nicole Klassen as per request on Facebook