Luike

Hiermee nog ’n gedig wat ek en Elma vertaal het vir Saterdagaand se gaste.

shutters Sheila Cussons In each mind an own view of God and each vista as closed as shutters. When last did we see through open frames when human kind, our world, our God, was one transparent whole? Will we have to wait a long time, very long before this earth blooms anew and the closed shutters jump open like a quick pentecostal wind and we see what they could just remember, the medieval master painters – in gold leaf and azure?

Kry gerus die oorspronklik. Cussons is 'n grootse digter.