From Glory to Glory

    **The glorious Butterfly Brightly coloured Shimmering Stardust On its elusive Wings Recall Childhood days loving this Creature Every girl's Heart Covets this Wonder Only to Capture Its Flighty Beauty In Glass jars... Now Trapped My own Heart Now Saddened By my own Desire Touching its Glitter Rubbing off On Guilty hands Owning its Prey Dying Slowly The Once Free Now a Slave To Selfish Whims ** Tanya (Potts) Arendse (2009) Words cannot express how much I miss my sister. She was such a huge part of my life, such a huge part of me. Three years ago today she went to be with the Lord. I take heart and know that I will be united with her one day, for eternity, but until that day comes I will always miss her sweet presence in my life… Tanya I still grieve the loss of your presence in our lives. I miss our chats on the couch, your chocolate muffins, your good advice, your sarcastic jokes and glorious intellect. I miss your beautiful face and smile. I m...

  Some people touch our lives only briefly While others leave a lasting impression and are never forgotten One of our most beloved television and radio personalities passed away, at the age of 46, on the morning of Sunday 19 May 2013, due to a heart attack. As South Africa mourns, I fondly remember how every morning getting ready for work used to be such a pleasure due in part to his breakfast news show co hosted with Leanne Manas. With his infectious laugh and awesome fun personality he made the breakfast show enjoyable. The lovely chemistry of fun and respect between him and Leanne was always a pleasure to watch. We will miss the “sharp sharp eita da” at the end of each show as well as the funny way he used to say “goeie genade”… Rest in peace Vuyo Mbuli you will be forever loved and remembered and sorely missed.  

I have been in a strange sort of mood, a sad grieving kind of mood… Every moment of every day the obvious void screams loud and louder still… Time will heal; they say… it will get better with every day… True lie THAT is, it does not, it does not fade away… It remains strong and stronger still, overwhelms and overpowers, this grief I feel… Maybe I will get better in living with it, maybe… Maybe I will be stronger in holding it, maybe… Today real and now, I grieve and grieve and grieve… Yes God fills my life with love and strength yet from this holed heart it seeps and I am empty once again… I am in a strange mood, a grieving kind of mood…   Vanessa Fortune 7/5/2013   She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind. Toni Morrison Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/...

https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7J53nf0f-nxj7R-joLVoElz1Soq3cVXlaqamr1viM38JjWAfwFwkXiOVL4wWNGfeTWx5DdcEwACC3RSmWIkIGo-QNiowahXiJuMIBBTa4pC1uTvXDlAeb95HvQ0W0btAOExwkxX4M-HI/s1600/bird+cage+013.JPG I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and its tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow...