Sermons - For Riëtte Ackermann Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

I

Ineffable sermons of light echo across the sea:
the wintry slopes of waves
uncertain as belief
that moves yet is not moved
beyond any certainty.

II
Fix the compass point.
Steer the heart around.
Heaven is no harbour
for the heart that runs aground.

III
Then the journey starts.
All sights, shapes, sounds have changed.
Seek them all anew
and come to yourself again:
you are each one there
and they are you.