In the beginning
When my being was still chaotic
When there was just water
And very little substance
You loved me
And called the firmament to rise
To grow limbs, and hair and eyes
But what purpose was in mind?
You spoke into existence
That which did not seem to exist
Out of the unseen you created
Your glory alive in me
But why the light in the darkness?
And when I grew and fell from grace
Your mercy was my bed
You still loved me anyway
Turned me inside out, and though there was pain
In the night of my adolescence
The sun rose again from the murky dawn
Of young manhood
As the miry clay turned to solid rock
Beneath my feet
But why would you do all that for me?
Up out of the slow of despondency
Out of the undertow of this conspiracy of noise
You lifted me, and set me on a high rock
All my problems, my past, my non-regrets which I regret just a little…
I lay my baggage down, I leave it at the carousel and simply come…
It all seems so insignificant and small, meaningless from where I am sitting now…
I guess everything is just a chasing after wind…
At least that’s what the preacher said –
The words replaying in my head.
There’s a lot that I don’t understand
That perhaps I will never understand
That I might not even want to begin to understand
But that’s okay… I really just want to ask one more thing…
Father… Will you hold on to my hand?
Andre Labuschagne is a poet, musician and youth minister from Johannesburg. Andre and his wife, Tess, live in a cozy little flat with their daschund Chloe, and they try and make a daily difference in the lives of those around them.
He has been writing poetry for a number of years, but has yet to find a publisher that suits his voice. Growing up in the church and having studied Theology, religious imagery and moral themes are often found in his work although the main theme of his poetry will always be the exploration of the deeper self and our purpose here in the universe.