Karin's poems and prose on the South African veld

Friday, August 15, 2008

The magic of music - "a hard days' night"

The ‘Magic’ of Music I could start my piece with a lyrical quotation on the transcending power of music that has the wonderful power to touch and uplift the soul and reveal itself as a divine gift to inspire us on our pilgrim journey here on earth. However I seem to have lost my little book of quotations and shall therefore start from a very simple perspective. Long, long ago, there was a little girl who lived in a big city with her family. This little girl had something very special that she... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

A home is not a "home". A tale of suffering and hope.

A HOME IS NOT a HOME By KARIN LORENC "For in hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what is seen? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience. Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words." Romans 8:24-27. There was nowhere else to go. The family were huddled under the discarded trailer next to the road. The clump of thorn trees... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Home My Favorites My Account Sign Out Browse Search Write Help Community Edit Karin's Poems and prose on the South African veld Add entry - Read blog - Change name, description or category - Change template Change display settings - Create a new blog Mon 7/28/2008 9:11 PM In the shade of the apple tree In the shade of the apple tree S amuel was eating an apple. He had picked it himself with his old gnarled hands, stretching as high as he could for one of the last apples on the tree. He sat down... Sign in to see full entry.

In the shade of the apple tree

In the shade of the apple tree S amuel was eating an apple. He had picked it himself with his old gnarled hands, stretching as high as he could for one of the last apples on the tree. He sat down to enjoy the crisp juicy mouthfuls as the sun slowly appeared on the eastern horizon. At this fresh start of the day he somehow was able to fill his belly with a little bit of hope. As the heat of the day set in and time dragged on in its ever-increasing monotonous hopelessness, he forgot his hunger –... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

The Farm Gate - on the South African Veldt

The Farm Gate He had no shoes. He had never possessed a pair of shoes in all his eleven years here on earth. His bare feet were encrusted with dry mud. It had started to form cracks where the top of his feet joined his toes. The mud was his friend - it kept his feet warm during the merciless winter. It was a gift from the red soil of the well trodden footpaths he followed every day in his rigorous life. He stood patiently, shivering, watching the cloud of low dust approaching the farm gate where... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

In this veldt of tears -life and death on a South African farm

IN THIS VELDT OF TEARS Karin Lorenc Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of mercy, our life, our sweetness and our hope! To Thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.... ++++++++++++++++++++++ Waveren 24th April 1971 My Dear Darlings, We buried old Florina today. She died last week in Pelonomi Hospital. Her kidneys had collapsed and she had been suffering for a long time without telling us. We had the funeral in the garage... Sign in to see full entry.

In this veldt of tears

IN THIS VELDT OF TEARS Karin Lorenc Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of mercy, our life, our sweetness and our hope! To Thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.... " Waveren" 24th April 1971 My Dear Darlings, We buried old Florina today. She died last week in Pelonomi Hospital. Her kidneys had collapsed and she had been suffering for a long time without telling us. We had the funeral in the garage and a priest from the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Instruments (of God) that embrace the elderly

Instruments From God alone a word of love whispered, spoken, a phrase that soothes and stills the loss and throb of trembling thoughts. He swiftly swings wide open that bolted door through which He quietly comes to gently rob all infirm poor of lingering sobs, still haunting fears and brutal ills. From God alone a touch of love, a silent kiss, meet with wrinkled hands and weakened hearts to restore and re-ignite long-lost note of heartening songs and bliss-filled nights of joyous years. From God... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

A Gentle Reminder - The essential is invisible

A Gentle Reminder One Voice in in the dark wells up in my heart gently chiding this child whose trembling with fear is so lonely and stark. "My Child so beloved, Keep the gaze of your eyes so blue and so dear, afloat on the kindness and meekness of Mine." "Only then will you see That the face that you seek is already bent near, in the warmest of love busy wiping that tear from your wet little cheek." "All I dare hope in turn that yu softly impart a touch of your love direct to My Heart - A light... Sign in to see full entry.

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