As I start exploring music and poems I fall into the temptation of wanting to share everything that I see! I hope you enjoy this week's create experience. Also, remember to share if you find something that will fit in here!


For our music section I will be posting three songs. The first is one of my favourites by U2, the second a song that Anél shared with us on the E-Community group (thanks Anél!) and the third is our very own Ian who did a beautiful cover of Nobody Knows:


Lynn Unger



What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.

And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.

Promise this world your love–
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live.

Source: current-poem


This week I will post one of my former Professor's, Daniel Louw, art pieces. It comes with a short description, but you can also explore it in his article available:

The second piece was posted by Romeo Malepe on the Facebook Group "South African Graphic Designers." There is much to contemplate about in that photo.



Here we will post some poems and songs for your own enjoyment and reflection. Also, if you wrote something, why not share it with us?


One Hope Project, Abba Father (Lyric Video)

Ladysmith Black Mambazo, King of Kings

Stellenbosch University Choir, Nkosi Sikelela iAfrika


Walter Brueggemann (b. 1933)

Dreams and Nightmares
On reading 1 Kings 3:5-9; 9:2-9

Last night as I lay sleeping,

I had a dream so fair . . .
I dreamed of the Holy City, well ordered and just.
I dreamed of a garden of paradise,
well-being all around and a good water supply.
I dreamed of disarmament and forgiveness,
and caring embrace for all those in need.
I dreamed of a coming time when death is no more.


Last night as I lay sleeping . . .
I had a nightmare of sins unforgiven.
I had a nightmare of land mines still exploding
and maimed children.
I had a nightmare of the poor left unloved,
of the homeless left unnoticed,
of the dead left ungrieved.
I had a nightmare of quarrels and rages
and wars great and small.


When I awoke, I found you still to be God,
presiding over the day and night
with serene sovereignty,
for dark and light are both alike to you.

At the break of day we submit to you
our best dreams
and our worst nightmares,
asking that your healing mercy should override threats,
that your goodness will make our
nightmares less toxic
and our dreams more real.

Thank you for visiting us with newness
that overrides what is old and deathly among us.
Come among us this day; dream us toward
health and peace,
we pray in the real name of Jesus
who exposes our fantasies.


These graffiti images captured my attention during this week: