Gert Strydom, 3 april 2014
Dim but profound in haziness lies
the greater world beyond the scope of eyes
and in every dream and every thought
we aim at what in our own imaging we ought
as children striving for the greater good
without our longings and yearnings being understood
we live and learn in many ways
in our handful of allotted days
to view that which for a time remains uncertain
until the moment of our life’s last curtain
and yet somehow somewhere we find the magic of love,
stand at the edge of something that no one can remove
and like mere children we have fun
in the few days allotted to us under the sun.
Gert Strydom, 2 april 2014
(after Eve Merriam)
On all my fingers are some tiny whirls,
a own design
that is unique, part of me alone,
as when I sign
in the way I make my name as my imprint;
God did consign
some things like feelings, my flesh and my mind
that a person does in no other find.
[Reference: “Thumbprint” by Eve Merriam.]
Gert Strydom, 1 april 2014
The plain becomes disorderly, is turned upside down
when the canons of Ratel armoured cars thunder,
when rocket-launching trucks fire off their charges,
when for days everything is aflame
and then the river rushes down in that drenched summer,
soldiers are cut to the bone
by the unending barrage fire
and where villages had been
broken sacks hang and flutter
on rusted thorny wire
and all that is left is forsakenness,
the pieces of broken humanity of a shattered people
in the inaccessible pillage that war brings.
Gert Strydom, 31 march 2014
Constantly I do realize that who and what I am,
the gifts and abilities that I have
only is grace from God,
the possessions that I have
are only borrowed to me
for a limited time
and that God does daily use small things
to make a big difference in my life.
Gert Strydom, 28 march 2014
Before sunrise I lay sleeping peacefully
when you awake me
and outside the stars glitter in the dark beyond
while the moon shine silver-white.
Carefully I try to read the signs,
see the lines that only I know,
there is something in the intimacy
and your green-brown eyes gleam tenderly.
© Gert Strydom
Gert Strydom, 27 march 2014
With the late afternoon sun I keep remembering
how very awesome you are to me
and when the night comes suddenly I wait upon you
when I have been missing you daylong.
Then you are in every thought
and when the hot sun descends blood red
you bring new meaning to me
when you look for me on your return
and then we notice the white evening flower,
how the stars sparkle bright white-blue.
Gert Strydom, 26 march 2014
When the midday sun falls over me fiercely
may Your shadow then be my cover,
when thunderbolts clap mighty over my life
may You then draw me deep into Your hiding place,
please do take my heart and also my own will,
always protect me against the dark might,
I ask that You awake selflessness in me,
that You surround me in the night,
that I see Your Spirit reflecting in my darling
and that in each day You are between us.
Gert Strydom, 25 march 2014
Intensely I do love you
to the portals of heaven and hell
and my life I want to trust to you
with that which is in the depth of my heart,
I want to know you in all of my secrets,
daily experience small things with you,
and together I want to be in each event,
while I want to protect you love in my heart,
see you on each new morning,
and embrace you tightly against me.
Gert Strydom, 24 march 2014
(after George Eliot)
Two lovers met secretly in the spring,
their wooing were much more than a mere fling,
a lovely bride into the church stepped,
in joy her mother, friends and sisters wept;
there is nothing that is greater than love,
if true, nothing can its impact remove.
Two parents held a small child in their arms
protecting it, each other from all harms,
sweet was the family’s close company
the time together spent in serenity;
there is nothing that is greater than love,
if true, nothing can its impact remove.
Two adults followed a own career
but to each other and to God kept near,
but at a time came death, one’s life was spent,
was still lingering although evanescent;
there is nothing that is greater than love,
if true, nothing can its impact remove.
[Reference: “Two Lovers” by George Eliot.]
Gert Strydom, 21 march 2014
(after Charles Dickens)
Love cannot be hidden, or set aside
its impact is present on every day,
it’s there like the sky that is blue and wide
and it is radiant like a sunny ray.
Even if kept in total secrecy
life is not the same as it was before,
love changes things from what they used to be
as it goes to the very centre core,
from where its impact is seen more and more.
[Reference: “Song” “Love is not a feeling to pass away” by Charles Dickens.]
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