Gert Strydom, 23 may 2012
Under the summer sun’s harsh glare I hoed
and I weeded,
to and fro I planted the seed in rows,
flowers I needed
to like their mother grow almost waist high
but unheeded
of all my efforts not a single one
appeared as the soil turned to stone.
Some more seeds I harvested from dried buds
as spring came on,
some the weavers might as their food devour,
they may be gone
with the whispering churning rampant wind
but some alone
would burst through the earth, would no season mar,
like blazing flaming yellow and red stars.
Gert Strydom, 22 may 2012
Never in all the years that I am living
could I learn to know someone so intimate,
have I been so caught in your love,
did I want to win your heart so desperately;
it’s as if I know you from the start of human existence,
as if God has drawn a way for us through eternity,
from the moment when I noticed you for the first time
it’s as if you are making me much greater than mere humanity,
as if you are bringing joy for heartaches,
when I awake every morning with greater power
and I know that God Himself is present in your presence
then there is only sunshine in the waiting day
and I wonder why I had to find you after a lifetime
when something so unfathomable strong binds us to each other?
Gert Strydom, 22 may 2012
Now that we know that love claims a prize,
that it brings a kind of liberation,
that nothing else has its kind of depths
and that it binds very strong when you do find it.
As if from the beginning of human existence,
pre-planned to meet each other
it is something strange and somewhat known
when our eyes suddenly meet each others.
Away is the loneliness and being separate
when we notice each other for who we are,
when suddenly we know there and then:
you are the one for who I have been waiting all my life.
Gert Strydom, 22 may 2012
To me you are the sparkle when the morning comes,
the innocence that is hidden in every young child,
your love, your presence comes
like a butterfly’s fluttering flight.
As if we know each other a thousand years,
you fit perfect and wonderful into my life.
Gert Strydom, 21 may 2012
Early in the morning the summer sun
has burnt the night open,
glowing in the late afternoon
it has descended right across the country
but now that winter is coming,
suddenly the mind is jerked
when mornings are silver and dark
and afternoons becomes totally grey.
Gert Strydom, 18 may 2012
Love comes to me both selfishly and selfless;
every thought
has something happy, a own purity
silently brought
by your very presence, a essence
that’s heartfelt sought,
up to the very heights you do me raise,
with all the unspoken words of your gaze
Gert Strydom, 18 may 2012
I wonder if you know today
about the feelings I had
when last night we knelt to pray,
when hand in hand we were both glad?
Even the silence between us are whispering
telling romantic stories of selfless endless love,
suddenly there is something special in everything
while we know of deep things that nothing can remove.
Gert Strydom, 18 may 2012
Fused are we in thoughts, body and soul
even if the earth rocks about on the judgement day,
nothing can rip this love, these feelings away
while you are making me better, are making me whole;
this love is totally perfect and selfless
as the very essence of God it does possess.
Gert Strydom, 17 may 2012
You resisted with words, plans
and with actions you tried to avert,
daily you erected new higher ramparts
to try and ward off,
constantly you tried to force me back,
where I tried to love you
past time and counsel,
in silent betrayal you did fall in love with me.
Gert Strydom, 17 may 2012
How easily you could bring change,
could change the dark hate
that had surrounded my humanity,
could bring love in me
for my enemies, God and my fellow-men;
as my partner in life
could show me the depths of true love,
with your life as an image of God’s character.
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