Good Friday in Kalk Bay

In 2016, I was fortunate enough to spend Easter in Cape Town. Late summer is a good time to visit South Africa, and that year was no exception. I stayed with dear and precious old friends who lived in the house behind this fence... a property with breathtaking views over this character-full (in all sense of the word!) village and False Bay. Here is a poem which came to me:

GOOD FRIDAY IN KALK BAY

In Kalk Bay on Good Friday.

the boats don’t venture out-

No fishing till after

Sunday is past.

Today the sea is wild with unrest

wind lifts the waves

sea horses toss their manes.

Still, the hush of a subdued mood

reigns over the harbour.

A small world of its own.

While the greater cosmos

Waits, breath held;

While the God-on-earth

Goes through death.

We pray for a transformed fate,

New life for threatened souls;

New light for our spirits;

New hope for the earth.