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.

About the Blue Book

Go, go, go up yonder
Go where words will take you
Where thoughts are ladders
Into heaven’s library
Go up, go up
Up the ladders
Through the clouds
Where books light up
There stretch out your hand
Take hold of the blue book
There lies what you ought to write
Pulling down stories
From heaven to earth
Bringing praise to God
By making known
His words
Go up the ladder
Beyond your mind
Lose track of your thoughts
Get lost in the words
That long existed
Before you were born
Waiting in time for you to pen
Write what you see
Write what you hear
Write what you touch
There write about
Messengers of God
Whose hair does not burn
Though they are in the fire
Though they are fire
They neither smoke nor burn up
Write of light without shadows
Write of sparkling jewels
The size of mountains
Close your eyes
Write these words
As inscribed in the blue book
The angels have opened to you
Write of what is
Yet remains unseen by the carnal mind
Write of what was
So that we will know how we can be
Write
Write of what is to come
Write
Because words
Become worlds

© siki dlanga
17 March 2012
Inspired by a joke by Isi De Gesirgney” about the blue book”, inspired by Esme Schmitt’s vision of “heaven’s library”. Written for every writer who longs to translate heavenly activities in earthly languages.

Cornè Jacob's Ladder

Centered in the midst
Of an angelic symphony
Encircled
By a whirlwind
Of peace and power
You are the one
Who abides in His presence

You have become
An angelic attraction
Your head moves
Sometimes to one side
Another time to another side
As though alarmed
Ducking angels wings
If you opened your eyes
You would see
That in fact heaven
Is right around you
Angelic activity
Moving from heaven to earth
Faster
Than
Jacob’s ladder
Releasing revelation
Heavy laden with heavenly gifts
Leaving them at the foot of the ladder
Where you are
Around you
Anyone who sees
Can walk away
With whatever they need
From heaven

His voice surrounds you
Like water spinning around you
You stand
In a whirlwind
Of God’s voice

(c) siki dlanga
for Cornè Pretorious as per facebook request

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

Cain and Abel, A Simple Story

The story of Cain and Abel is simple. Cain trusted in his human ability, the work of his hands for God. Abel trusted and leaned on God's ability. Able trusted fully in the work of God. Cain, having been shown the right way by God he was unrepentant. He was interested in what he could do for God and God better be impressed by his work whether he liked it or not. If God didn't like it, well then, if He wants blood He would see it, so he spilt the blood of Abel. What arrogance? (A shadow of the betrayal that would save us all in Judas, pharasees spilling the blood of Christ) .

Abel knew God was Able  so he gave a sacrifice to God that simply showed that he was RECEIVING God's salvation, just as we receive the work of Jesus as the Lamb sacrificed. He thus acknowledged God as the One who was able to save.

Thus, the sacrifice of bulls and goats was never something that could take away sins but a ritual that pointed to the real sacrifice off Christ that whoever looks to Christ shall indeed be saved. The sacrifice of bulls and goats and lambs was thus always about saying Lord we look to You as the One who saves, as the One who takes away the sin of the world. We look to the real Lamb to come who takes away the sin once and for all.

The sacrifice was thus always about salvation and the Mesaiah. Cain said no thanks to Your Saviour, I won't just kill a lamb i'll kill the man You are pleased with because he is casting a bad light on my human works.

Abel comes in humility declaring the coming of the Saviour. We come humbly receiving God's finished work of salvation that does not need our work. We say yes to the work of God. Yes! We look to the coming King Groom. We say"come Lord Jesus, come"

Beauty and Valentines

It is Valentines Day. It is a time to repeat classic poems such as "How do I love thee, let me count the ways". I am not one to celebrate Valentines Day I often dread it. A miracle has happened this time around I tried to rehate it as I do every year but I was not as successful. I will now count the ways with which I love.

Or like...

Without beauty there is no life. Beauty is what draws us towards anything or causes us to come alive. I am convinced that we come alive the moment we respond to beauty.

Personally, it is the reason I love God. I like God because He is the most magnificently beautiful Being. He is the author of beauty. He is all about bringing beauty, causing beauty, rescuing beauty wherever He sets food. He is the Creator of Paradise and Heaven. His throne is indescribably beautiful. He Himself is lovely, He is altogether lovely. He is outstanding in magnificence. He has no equals.

We all pursue beauty. We seek it in music, art and people. We choose beauty at every given opportunity.

You can call me vain but one glance of me and even the waiter knew the secret to my heart. I was in Cape Town last week and without being requested my waiter was divinely inspired to serve me tea from the finest cup he could find in his store. The cup was exquisite even to touch and hold. When I exclaimed with delight he informed us that he had particularly picked it to serve me in it because he knew I would love it. I am not a regular at that delightful restaurant so he did not do that because he had seen me before. My poor friend must have felt a little bit left out because she was served in a regular cup though even their regular is beautiful. I not only fell in love with their cup but tea itself was outstanding, infact I became a new convert to special french teas. That is how the French found a a place in my heart, with their delicious tea! French teas must be the best kept secret but I could have been the only person in the world who has been in the dark about this. The cake melted in our mouths it was fabulously delicious.

We worship and idolise what we find most beautiful. It is the reason we watch celebrities, how do they become so captivatingly beautiful? We don't want to be them, we want beauty, we hope to unearth it in ourselves as we read and read yet another magazine on how we can be beautiful.

It is never enough, yet there is one simple way to attain beauty forever. It is to gaze upon God's loveliness. It is the Psalmist David's ultimate desire "one thing that I desire, one thing that I seek, that I may dwell in the house of the Lord and gaze upon His beauty all the days of my life" - psalm 27: 4

God is the perfection and embodiment of all true beauty. Flowers fade, beautiful people die, yet God's beauty never fades but it increases.
He makes life beautiful in a way that money could not buy.God is so beautiful and makes all things beautiful in its time. You can call me vain but what about God? He dwells in perfect beauty, there is no flaw in Him, not even a wrinkle and He is ancient. Really ancient.

Gaze, gaze upon His beauty and you will never feel as though you need to fix yourself but as you gaze upon the loveliness of Jesus, God's Son, as you are fixated to the perfection of His loveliness, you will be fixed by His beauty because you held His gaze. His perfect gaze interestingly does not make you compare yourself to His. His perfection never makes you feel small but it uplifts, it increases your faith and it invites you to become one with His. His beauty is the kind of beauty that penetrates your being and beautifies you from the inside because outer beauty without matching inner beauty is like washing a rotten fruit. You can polish it on the outside but you will bite rot and the corruption of what is inside of it will destroy you from the inside. It will leave a bitter taste in your mouth because it had sold you beauty but it was far from it, it was only a cover and you will be left feeling ugly.

So let us fix our eyes on Jesus whose gaze we become and are perfected to His image. Lie down and receive the beauty of God's perfect love, let it transform you. Let it iron out all the wrinkles

 
And God bless the young gentleman who saw it fit to serve me tea from his finest cup!!