Here‚ as ek soos Moses
in ’n klipskeur kon staan
terwyl u verbygaan‚
sou ek gesterf het‚
selfs al sou u hande my toegemaak het
sodat ek U net van agter kon sien.
Want‚ Here‚ ek is so ongewoond
aan heilige lig.
Ek leef soos die bleek insekte
wat wild skarrel
wanneer ’n mensehand
hulle klip‚ hulle skuiling‚ verskuif.
Ek leef in die blou flikkerlig
van die televisieskerm‚
in die rooklig
van Saterdagaandpartytjies.
Ek word bang‚ want aanstons
sal ek in u Lig moet staan –
sal ek‚ anders as Moses daar in die skeur‚
U in die gesig moet kyk.
Here‚ lei my dieper in die Lig
wat van U uitstraal.
Maak my meer en meer gewoond aan U
amen
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Lord‚ if as Moses
I could stand in a crevice
when you pass me by‚
I would have died‚
even if I could hide behind your hands
so that I only saw you from behind.
Because Lord‚ your holy light
is so foreign to me.
I live like the pale insects
that scatter wildly
when a human hand
moves their rock‚ their shelter.
I live in the flashing blue light
of the television screen‚
in the smokiness
of Saturday night parties.
I am afraid because soon
I will have to stand in your light –
and other than Moses there in the crevice‚
I will have to look on your face.
Lord‚ lead me into the light
that radiates from you.
Help me to more and more get used to you.
amen
Maretha Maartens