Early Morning Poetry

By Hendrick Puo Kekana

Hendrick Kekana is a South African. He is presently employed by the Department of Education. He is stationed at the Tshwane South District Education Department Office (Tshwane South District). He works as a subject advisor for English, Senior Phase level. His primary job description includes visiting different schools in the district, monitoring curriculum implementation, curriculum coverage.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hendrick Puo Kekana
• Release date: Jul 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005807528

Hendrick Puo Kekana

Hendrick Kekana is a South African. He is presently employed by the Department of Education. He is stationed at the Tshwane South District Education Department Office (Tshwane South District). He works as a subject advisor for English, Senior Phase level. His primary job description includes visiting different schools in the district, monitoring curriculum implementation, curriculum coverage.

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A Dedication

This book is written in memory of my father, Billy Simon Hlapadiatla Silifera Kekana, who left no silver or gold, but instead a wealth of ideas and a penchant in his son to always do one’s best. It is also a tribute to my mom, Cornelia Gagi (Motsepe) Kekana, who selflessly and lovingly nurtured, raised and fed us to maturity. May they be eternally blessed.

The Authorís Undertaking

Whilst the author, Hendrick Puo Kekana, acknowledges that he has drawn some of the contents of his verses from sermons and spiritual publications, the Bible in particular, he does not at all seek to present himself as an expert in any of the written texts.

Where interpretations may sound or seem inappropriate or offensive, Kekana sends his deepest apologies. The purpose of this publication is never to offend any of its readers. Whenever and wherever readers feel aggrieved or offended and correctly bring it to the author’s attention, the author shall, after consultation with all other concerned stakeholders and parties, endeavour to rectify the text without compromising the gist and the spirit of the publication.

Fruitful and constructive comments and criticisms are also most welcome. The author understands and knows that his growth can only come about by the interventions, recommendations and advice of the readers.

Thanks

HENDRICK PUO KEKANA

1. The Great Physician

The dumb spoke

The lame walked

The blind saw

The throng wondered

All the crowds to him came

To him, they brought the lame

To him, they sent forth the blind

And they all said, he was kind

They saw the dumb speaking

They saw the lame walking

They saw all the blind seeing

And the throng was wondering

They followed him to each hill

That all of them he could heal

With belief upon him, they all look

To their hearts, him they all took

Who is he?

Where does he come from?

Where did he learn the trade?

About him, they all asked

His comforting words they could all feel

As he grounded their faiths to the mill

His deeds were known by all world-wide

‘Cause he could calm even the greatest tide

He labours not for silver nor fame

From Nazareth! they said he came

Him they regarded as their caretaker

And they all glorified his maker

2. The Grand Entrance

In an uproar, he entered the city of his maker

For they considered him to be their caretaker

The whole city was thrown into an uproar

Although he, like a lion, did not want to roar

In the name of his maker, he came to the city

He brought with him, nothing but simplicity

Large crowds walked behind him and shouted

By now he had grown used to being escorted

Walking in front of him, were the big crowds

This gesture was more meaningful than pounds

From him they all asked for blessings from above

His simple humility was that of a holy dove

The crowd cut branches from the palm trees

Their respect and adoration would not ease

They all politely took off their cloaks for him

To show that their admiration was not slim

On the road, they spread their ample cloaks

His value was worth far more than clothes

Branches from trees they spread on the road

For they truly did not come here just to gloat

They all sang his revered praises in unison

They knew their souls he will let out of prison

For he came to the city in hallowed humility

They raised him high to a status of nobility

Prophet’s utterances, he made come true

Tell Zion, Your King is coming to you

He is humble and rides on a colt

Just as all were so in the past told

Over the holy colt people threw their cloaks

For this was worth more than ordinary clothes

He entered the city on the back of a colt

So that morality and good he could uphold

Bless him who comes in the name of the Lord!

‘Cause no ordinary mortal can this task afford

About him, all the people and the crowds asked

For with responsibility and mission, he was tasked

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