Sunday, August 30, 2026

LOVE LOCKS OVER THE VAAL


The Parys suspension bridge dates back to 1919 and features a collection of love locks. The unique tradition captures the essence of love - couples "locking" their love in a symbolic gesture which has many couples travelling to Parys. The Parys love lock tradition invites couples to inscribe their names or initials on a padlock, which they then attach to the bridge overlooking the Vaal River. This romantic gesture signifies an everlasting bond, and some couples believe that by locking their love, they are making a promise to return to Parys to celebrate their union. 


Love Locks over the Vaal

Upon the bridge at Parys town,
Where golden rays come drifting down;
The Vaal flows clear beneath the sky,
Where leafy trees and green banks lie.

Among the stones, grey and grand,
River winds through fertile land;
Where lovers meet, and pledges start,
Each lock of love speaks from the heart

With names engraved for all to see,
Or initials joined in harmony.
Each little lock seems to softly say,
“Our love shall last through every day.”

For love is faithful, love is true,
A sacred gift God gives anew.
Love springs from God, forever fair,
A sacred treasure held with prayer.

Love, in truth, comes from above,
For God Himself is perfect Love;
Surely God must smile to see
Two hearts pledge faithful unity.

Beneath the sun they make their vow,
With shining hopes for then and now;
The river hears their pledge of two,
As souls promise to remain true.

Ancient boulders, still and strong,
Have watched the river flow along;
Through the years, beneath the sun,
They witness vows of two made one.

Near this place, the ancient Dome
Recalls a world of ages flown;
A mighty stone from distant space
Once struck the earth with awesome pace.

O'er two billion years have passed away
Since meteorite traveller came that day;
The ancient earth was struck and torn,
From its depths Vredefort Dome was born.

The cosmic blow of mighty power
Shaped the land that very hour;
Though the ages onward run,
Ancient scars remain 'neath Free State sun.

Upon those rocks we stand today,
And wonder at that long gone day;
Stones preserve the story grand,
Of force once unleashed 'pon the land.

Yet greater still, we do recall,
The Love that entered history's hall:
When Christ came down from heav'n above,
He revealed the Father's endless Love.

Though mountains weather, skies do change ,
While time reshapes the earthly range;
Rivers flow, stones grow old,
Yet God's great story still unfolds -

For Love remains when all is gone,
Still shining like the morning sun;
Love has conquered death and pain,
Through God's grace we shall rise again.

May every lock beside the Vaal,
Remind us of true love through all:
To cherish, honour, serve and care,
And keep our promises in prayer.

O Christ, the Sun of God’s own Love,
Shine on us from Thy throne above;
May every earthly love made true,
Find eternal home in You.

Life may fade, and time may go,
The river may cease earthly flow -
But love, when rooted in God’s embrace,
Shall live forever by His grace.

Photographer CN Whittle

Sunday, August 2, 2026

THE POTTER'S LOVING HANDS

 



The Potter's Loving Hands

"Yet You, LORD, are our Father.
We are the clay, You are the Potter;
We are all the work of Your Hand."

- Isaiah 64:8

In morning's light so soft and fair,
God gently shapes us with His care;
Through golden dawn and skies so blue,
He forms our hearts to love what's true.

When evening falls in sacred peace,
His patient labour does not cease.
Within the silence of the night,
He moulds our souls by heaven's light.

The Potter's Hands are firm yet kind;
He knows each heart, each soul, each mind.
He sees the beauty yet to be,
The saint His loving Eyes can see.

At times He presses, smooths, and bends;
Each trial His holy purpose sends.
Though we may fear the changing way,
His Hands will never cast away.

The clay cannot the Potter guide,
Nor tell His Wisdom to abide;
It simply yields with trusting grace,
Secure within His warm embrace.

Each crack He heals with mercy's art;
He writes His gospel on the heart.
Each wound becomes a place to shine,
Transformed by Love and Grace Divine.

So let us trust His perfect Will,
Though life be loud or dark and still;
For every touch, both strong and mild,
Is shaping God's beloved child.

One day His masterpiece we'll see,
Refined for all eternity;
His image shining bright and whole,
The saintly beauty of the soul.

So, Lord, take all that I can be;
Shape every thought and part of me;
Break pride and selfishness away,
And teach my heart to trust each day.


Prayer;

"Dear Lord, make me holy according to Thy Will.
Mould me, shape me, and never cease Your work within me.
May I remain the clay in the Hands of the Divine Potter,
Until my soul reflects the beauty of Christ. Amen."


Image courtesy of ChatGPT with CN Whittle