May wind - a poem by Sarah Teasdale

 “I said, "I have shut my heart

   As one shuts an open door,

  That Love may starve therein

   And trouble me no more."

  But over the roofs there came

   The wet new wind of May,

  And a tune blew up from the curb

   Where the street-pianos play.

  My room was white with the sun

   And Love cried out in me,

  "I am strong, I will break your heart

   Unless you set me free.”

Cast out of Heaven onto Earth

And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven.

Adult Sunday School Part 26 - September 2020.

I am busy writing an article named: 'Why do God reject us?' in which I use concepts which are mixed between the physical and the super natural.

This Sunday School lesson is just a basis for my treatise on rejection and is written as a Sunday school lesson.

Thank you for doing me proud

Thank you for doing me proud! – September 2020.

Just a short thank you to all my readers to say how much I appreciated your patronage over these past twenty years ... yes, that is how long I have been keeping this blog.

In the time I have written over three hundred articles and poems, and I hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

The Age of Unreason

The Age of Unreason – July 2020

Of course my title chosen above is an aberration of the name of the book by Thomas Paine, whose last name was in reality Pain … and the amount of pain he inflicted on mankind is incalculable. His book was only meant to be for a reason or a season or an age, but it became the foundation of unreason for millennia.

On the face of it, we will all say: what!? Could there have been a time when unreason reigned supreme?

Disillusioned- a poem

Disillusioned- a poem – June 2020

I am ill at ease with the present world peace

As down below it glimmers of how the world simmers

As we warm up to sin with an uneasy grin

Trying to hide our conscience and pride

Repeating again some period of pain

Known as the Romantic which was violent and frantic

In which anything goes and end up in woes

Which satisfies our senses and blunts our defenses

For the sake of a break – a poem

For the sake of a break – a poem by P.K. Odendaal – June 2020

Stand still and hold fast,it’s time for a repast

You arrived here too soon like an age old buffoon

  

Our purpose of life isn’t to speed up the strife,

but to move quite gently and focus intently

Calm down and take stock of every old rock

which lies in your path and stops you to laugh

Corporations and Governments – a satire

Corporations and Governments – a satire – June 2020

This does not apply to any corporate or government body with which I have not dealt, and my comments are restricted only to those I have dealt with.

This is about intelligence and intellect, and maybe about life and sanity as well. All four of these are under serious threat as intelligence and wisdom have disappeared from the planet. They are quite lethal characteristics for humans to have and to hold, if you ask me. That is why we have to get acquainted with and adept at playing dumb, playing dead and playing sane.

Grace unlimited - a poem

Grace unlimited – a poem by P.K.Odendaal – June 2020

I cannot believe my great reprieve

For getting redeemed for things unseemed

And getting exempt for deeds unkempt

Sold in disgrace for the sins which I face

Which never gives way by night or day

Be a Child of the Universe

Be a Child of the Universe – June 2020

Most of us have this impaired vision. Even highly learned people have it too, and maybe even more so. We have no peripheral vision, perspective and farsightedness. It is as if someone gave us near-sighted glasses and eye blows.

Of course I mean vision in a broader sense than  seeing – vision almost as an epiphany. We cannot train our eyes to see farther, but we can train our brains and minds to see into infinity.

What am I doing here - a poem

What am I doing here - a poem by P. K. Odendaal – June 2020

The road that I travel is made out of gravel

Never was I told it would be streets of gold

It would be dull indeed if there was no need

or if there was no more I could suffer for

Losing my drive to try and survive

Would imply that I am ready to die

I have to hold fast till my calling is past

and cling to all things which meaning me brings