One Man Show, Playing The Piano Poem by Margaret Alice

The pastor did a one man-show, conducting
the service and playing the piano, reading
Psalm 90 and insisting we should all follow
the Biblical Moses; New Year’s resolutions
are to be based on John Maxwell’s dictum –
heaven knows what, I was determined to
hear as little as possible because I refuse to
be told what to do as if being a brain-dead
child; songs sung in English and Afrikaans, I
wonder whether he fears that God can’t hear
if a service is conducted monolingual only, the
brilliant lady who did her woolly prayer - Lift us
up in your arms, oh Lord, hold us tight – I have
an inner fight when I hear sentimental terms
like that - sang a song she composed herself,
repeating the same five lines over and over; I
was thankful when the frightful service was over,
my one highlight today the police helicopter outside,
security men ordering us inside, looking for criminals
and two-way radio’s everywhere, though we saw
nothing, it seemed the security guys had so much
fun, we’ve got the best country civilian police forum,
relishing chasing criminals – they enjoy the rush of
adrenaline – and how else would the poor obtain
new technology, how else would the well-to-do be
forced to keep the economy rolling if their possessions
weren’t stolen, otherwise they would cling to their stuff
far too long…

Ps.90: 5 “Weggespoel het u hulle, hulle word ‘n slaap”
Ons moes dit uit die kop leer in st.6; dit was baie
moeilik want die ou Afrikaanse vertaling is maar woes…