Gert Strydom, 15 august 2014
In the tempests of the world bring tranquillity,
in all be Thou the only guide to me,
lead us the right way, when darkness comes,
to our great eternal and happy homes
guard, keep, love, cherish and do protect us
while we on the way, learn in You to trust.
While we stumble and on the wrong way go
protect us from every kind of foe,
lead us while we learn to keep You in sight,
to be like You, who are our eternal light,
help us to Your kind of loving to adjust,
while we on the way, learn in You to trust.
Gert Strydom, 15 august 2014
I wish that I could clearly recall the day
the exact moment, the instant that we did meet
but it runs away like something with ever moving feet
as if the emotions between us are ever at play
and now I cannot really clearly say
what had happened but that moment was sweet,
each other we did pleasantly greet
and although that time had slipped away
to both of us later it meant so much
and at the times when we are apart
nothing can our true love remove
and its impact lingers in each touch
are in each glance like a silent kind of art
which does its sweet presence prove.
Gert Strydom, 14 august 2014
You had awaken a blazing fire in me
as you had shouted my name at the gate
while you waved extremely merrily
and the night was dark and it was quite late
with the songs of birds, the song of the wind,
the songs of insects while the moon shone bright
and your image, starlit eyes is in my mind,
with the fire of stars as a light in that night
and we walked and talked until tears
filled your eyes with a great happiness,
while the night, the wind and the years
cried out against the time of loneliness
with our joy happy as a bubbling stream,
while the bliss of a kiss was like a dream.
Gert Strydom, 14 august 2014
Far too many times it had been broken
and at times I had given it away.
Now I have quite suddenly been woken
at the very breaking of the new day
as it beats with a different kind of stroke
a thing that is here to constantly stay
while the coming of death is unspoken.
Gert Strydom, 14 august 2014
The world displays God’s great glory
even when industries downwards trod
nature with a steel crunching rod,
destruction is noted history,
still lilies and violets do bloom
with the earth at the brink of doom,
tranquil nature just a memory.
Gert Strydom, 13 august 2014
From the blue sky falls a small dragonfly
at our feet are a myriad of flowers
to which some busy bees passes us by,
in the distance high an oak towers
while the silence gives words to our love
that comes with an unknown secret power,
as if nothing, can ever it remove
while lingering is that passionate hour
slender like a special kind of flower.
Gert Strydom, 13 august 2014
In the portal people were gathering
while inside I heard some rejoicing sing,
the church was packed with some holy men
while tiny children smiled up at me,
mothers had a kind of sweet serenity,
I got looks from some unmarried women,
going to church was a very special thing.
Gert Strydom, 12 august 2014
(in answer to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
There is nothing that can stop the sands of time
and although many lives may be sublime,
destiny and death leave marks on each day
while events occur without reason or rhyme.
If lives of great men are footprints in the sand
why is it then so very difficult to understand
that some leaders do lead men to disaster
although they do seem heroic and grand?
In our own kind of reality life is not what it seem,
as much like in a very strange kind of dream
things, circumstances and events are ever changing
and sometimes does not turnout as we do deem.
Even when we are achieving and pursuing,
events, words and acts may be our own undoing
while for justice we might forever wait,
without being able to do a single thing.
Yet in faith, if we do trust in God
even in havoc He is wherever we trod,
from the day of birth and celebration,
even beyond our funeral, the final sod.
[Reference: “A Psalm of Life” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.]
Gert Strydom, 12 august 2014
Nothing could stop the enchantment
when I read the first signs of love in your eyes,
when there was something fragile and brittle in you,
when your hand laid soft and warm in mine
and I at that moment could say no words
when I found a sudden bond
and were caught by the image of blood and flesh.
Gert Strydom, 11 august 2014
I watch the early morning blood-red rays,
its two more days before another kiss
while I am missing her in many ways
am yearning to see her, for pure bliss
to feel her soft curls like some times before
her golden soft hair now coloured dark,
each day I love and miss her even more;
on the depth of love I can just remark,
about its significance its joyful spark.
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