Transition - A poem

Transition

Not there, not here

On the fence they say

Bastardization the unique vantage point

Of the people gone before

And the bornfrees changing the earth

Be careful if you look back

That you don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater

On the other hand the myriad of possibilities with their spanking brand new clean slates

I refuse to boxed, I refuse to burn out

Don’t medicate me because I have a brain

I’m the child of the hardworking generation

Who worked for me to dream to be free

A little socially akward if you have been raised on rules

But didn’t prepare me for the new version

Of the same old same old.

If I complain, or question or challenge

Stop boxing me,

I know my place

And its not in a box

Been there done that

Are you black or white?

Do you Like Manchester or Liverpool?

Do you live here or there?

Is your hair straight or curly?

Is it Jesus or the world?

Is it plastic straws or climate change or lgbtqia+++ toilets…

Agendas, Amended, Unending

But nothing undone, healed

The world is run by 60 and 25 year olds

They both hardheaded and eat work for breakfast

The 45 year olds like new sages,

Observing and only spouting wisdom when asked.

I’m not waiting till I retire

To build what I believe.

My fellow middle agers

(are we that old?)

We know where we came from

We know  the good changes we see

We also know old school values

Real community

This is your call

To utter your wisdom

With your head held up

We were raised to keep quiet

And not so rebellious or thick skinned like the Gen Xers

But wisdom is not often in the crowd

Don’t be afraid to say your say.

You may be alone

But your view point is much needed.

As this world rushes to dominate and thought police

I’m learning to block out the naysayers

The ones who don’t understand authenticity

We all have our own journeys

Maybe we have been hidden for a reason

Sanity that will bring completion

Generation Transition

Transition by Chandre De Wet, Feb 2026

The desire of my heart - Poem

my heart,
my words,
my mind,
my spirit,

just a shadow of

your heart,
your words,
your mind,
your spirit

help me to shine

your light
not mine

tell

your story
not my glory...

A world to be reached
People to teach
I am not enough
But with You I can do all things

You call us to sow, to water, but you will grow
You remind us to go, but you will do

Lord, remind me

to keep the focus
Christ the foundation
Christ in me the inspiration
Christ crucified the message
Christ the motive
let me not lose the focus

people may not understand
but you are the softener of hearts
my words sometimes to0 simple or complicated
but you speak all our hearts languages

To you O Lord I commit

my heart,
my words,
my mind,
my spirit,

So my life may lead many to

your heart,
your words,
your mind,
your spirit

The desire of my heart



19 June 2007 posted on FB, written in that time

Latest Song - Based on Psalm 1 - 5

FIRST VERSE
I wanna linger in Your presence
I wanna breathe Your holiness
I wanna sing a love song to you
And meet with you…
And meet with you…

CHORUS
When I rise
I lift my eyes to the heavens
When I retire
I’m safe in You alone
When I call
Only you can answer me
When I fall
Only you console me

You’re the song that I sing
You’re the calm in the wind
I worship You….

SECOND VERSE
I wanna reach the heavenlies
I wanna see You face to face
I wanna hear the voice that beckons me
And speak to You
And speak to You

THIRD VERSE
I wanna live a life that pleases You
I wanna follow in your footsteps
I wanna be the child you call me to be
And honour you, and honour you

REPEAT FIRST VERSE?

about (11 November 2008)

You're not alone

there is pain in my heart
the I plaster
there is shame in my soul
that screams disaster
there is doubt in my mind
there is fear in my thoughts
Still the still small voice whispers to me:

You're not alone
my beautiful child
You're not alone
You're the one that I love
You're my treasure
I'll seek you till I find
You're not alone
I'm Emmanuel

I am learning to trust
though its frightening
I am learning to share
things I'm hiding
I am letting me go
I am loving though it costs
While still hearing his voice sing over me:


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May 2011

Crossover

We use words to say,
What we believe
We say Lord, Your will
We want to receive
When will it move beyond
good intention
Will we see the fruit
or just hear the words we mention

You've got to surrender your pride
A broken heart he will not despise (psalm 51) That's what he desires
Will we lay down our life.
Will we lay it down
Will we crossover
Will we live what we say
Will we trust Him
He sees what we hide
He sees our hearts
Will we humble
Will we lay it down
Will we lay it down
Will we surrender.

We want to sacrifice
But will we give the sacrifice he desires,Will we lay down our life.

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Email from which this song was formulated from:
Crossover - Reaching the point of surrender
Psalm 51
 16 You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it;
      you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.
 17 The sacrifices of God are [c] a broken spirit;
      a broken and contrite heart,
      O God, you will not despise.
When will we move beyond our words, when will we move beyond our good
intentions, when will we crossover. God loves us so much, he's
constantly working in our hearts and lives, his spirit is guiding us
into all truth, strengthening and helping us, but there is a point where
God wants us to break, a part where he wants us to let go, a part where
he wants us to cross over.
We say, Oh Lord we want to be like you. Oh Lord please, change our
hearts, Your will be done Lord, You are our Lord... But God sees our
hearts, He sees our intentions and hidden motives. He sees what we hide
from our words but also sees what is hidden in our hearts even from us.
God wants us to humble ourselves. To die. To crossover. He doesn't want
more words, which sometimes leaves us feeling good about ourselves, he
doesn't want more promises or even a list of to do's that we may even
do. He wants us become broken, to realise who he is and die to
ourselves, to surrender our pride, to surrender even our desires, that
is His desires, a broken spirit.
Psalm 131:1
My heart is not proud, O LORD,
My eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
I'm not saying dont pray, dont ask, don't seek. But what I am saying is
there's a point of crossover, and that's what God wants us to be there.
And you don't get there with words or with actions, but with humility.
So let us always keep this in mind, it's not about all the fireworks,
and goosebumps and wonderful fuzzy warm feelings. Or doing the right
christian things because we know in bible school it said this or
that...
Its about being aware of this great and awesome God who has done more
for us than we can even imagine and has even left us His Spirit to
enable us to live the life He desires us to. But it begins in our hearts
people, i'm reminded of Paul saying " We always carry around in our body
the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in
our body."
Guys move beyond your words, your intentions, its possible, cry out to
God, rebuke urself when you have pride, move beyond pride to humility.
Let your heart be quietened before Him.

Fri, 13 Oct 2006

Opposite Directions - Who knows?

Opposite Directions - Who knows? (2007)
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They had known each other for years and years, on different sides of the fence, yet both longing to cross the great divide or at least meet each other half way.
As children, they played without a care in the world, without grasping ideologies and theologies and non religiousities that are now etched between them. Hardly spoken about but still there...

He a professor and guru in his field of expertise, analytically proving theories and theorems. She a teacher and lover of all things good and God. Thirty years ago, bestest of friends, today an occasional polite "How do you do?" before rushing off to the next appointment or prayer meeting, and also rushing off before memories of the misunderstanding that parted them arises.

To him, her life an existense of rules, and the forbidden, holding her back from vivid life she could experience without the chains of religion. To her, his life of calculations, and experiments, and theories taught as fact, his life and existence to disprove any evidence, yet built on a lack of evidence, she was puzzled yet saddened by his faith in only himself.

One conversation only deepened the divide.

"You need Him, Please, listen, turn from your life of sin...Dont allow satan to hold you back from what God has for you!"
"A little devil with a prong? Ha Ha! To the bin with your beliefs"

Two walk away, angered, hurt, split... A little bit of hope that the other would come to their senses, longing to reach out yet both taking a step back to protect their hearts from each other. How different were they really? So very different, Yet so the same...

Only time would ease the hurt, or provide answers to the questions that arose. If her God was who she said he was, he'd be big enough to reveal himself to a professor who had long ago put aside stories of tooth fairies, Santa Clause and Jesus. And if there were no God, she would come to her senses...

Is there an answer? Do the two walk their seperate way forever. Do they find common ground? Does her God find him? Does she wake up and find she was dreaming? Only time will tell as they allow the pages to be turned to a new chapter in their lives, and the truth, is revealed.

To be Continued...

****This short essay was written when I took part in a group called Word Expo, basically using the weekly words to write something, I used all the words below

* bin
* forbidden
* misunderstanding
* prong
* vivid

From glory to glory, the truth remains...

From glory to glory, the truth remains... (2007)
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Five years old, swinging my arms and my whole body around and around till I'm completely drunk. Attempting to walk in a straight line, only to fall on the floor dizzy and laughing till my stomach hurt. Sleeping over at cousins and grandma's as my mom got her thesis done.

Nine years old, the neighbour's kids would come over, and a whole parallel world existed in our garden. Twigs turned into swords, sand into magic dust, little boys into knights and our old tree in front, the dungeon we all feared when taken captive. These were happy and sad days, with laughs and tears over grazed knees, and broken teeth, and the icelolly van driving down the road. Mmmmm...

At twelve, the hot summers would find us diving in the neighbour's pool, jumping in the deep side, doggy paddling, back float, surfboard at the base, "Who can stay underwater the longest?", the only form of entertainment that eased the heat and calmed our emotions...

At fourteen, just beginning high school, a ball of nerves and totally out of place. Fears of lice and goitres, threatening to ruin my image, yet at the same time not wanting to party to the extreme with all the added things that go with it, just to fit in. Not here, not there, I hated Mondays and lived for weekends to be with the friends who accepted me for who I am.

At seventeen, I found myself swallowing many tots to drown the emotions and hurts I found myself in. On the outside I was cool, popular friend. At the right place, the right time with the right clothes and drink in my hand. Handsome men, popular clubs, loud, crazy, funny... But on the inside completely empty, lonely, questioning all I see around me.

At nineteen, my first taste of truth, and have never turned back. Made some major mistakes in my twenties, losing so much of me, losing so many friends, yet never losing that truth, which found me, and rebuilt alot and still builds the broken parts in me.

How I loved my childhood! But even more so how I love knowing that wherever I find myself, whatever season, whatever age, whatever storm, whatever success, I am not alone, nor is each phase unable to be used to shape me and remake me into an even more beautiful person, than I was before that season. I am changed from glory to glory and despite all that falls away in my life, the truth remains.


*This short essay was written when I took part in a group called Word Expo, basically using the weekly words to write something, I used all the words below except goitre (only because I forgot, would have still fit in this poem)
* drunk
* dungeon
* float
* goitre
* swallowing
* truth