Gert Strydom, 16 october 2013
When words loose their meaning
and only flow on bloodlessly
then I cannot say how much I do love you.
When every touch does not anymore matter
then my hands,
my mouth and body becomes dumb
and are unable to tell you
that our love is something holy, intense
and also earthly.
Gert Strydom, 15 october 2013
All the way from Cirene I did travel to Jerusalem
and next to a dusty road that leads to a hill
I did come upon Him,
when a Roman officer commanded me to bear His cross,
from the whipping from the cat He was dumbfounded
and for a moment I was dumbstruck,
as such a man I have never met before
and it was clear that He did not deserve this punishment,
that He was noble and a man of God
but just there I did decide to serve Him,
to put His cross upon my shoulders
and carried it to where soldiers were digging a hole.
All of my sins were suddenly in my mind
and I looked at Him and prayed
to God for forgiveness
but did receive forgiveness and love from Him
when He hanged that afternoon on a wooden cross,
when thunder, darkness and an earthquake did suddenly come
and in my own sinful humanity I was scared
when the Son of God died there,
when even the Romans were astonished
and did acknowledge that He was Godly
and the prince of darkness was defeated.
I was forgiven
for the sins of a whole life-time
and when He did die as the Messiah
I was trembling.
Gert Strydom, 15 october 2013
As a mere human You did come,
did leave Your Godliness behind,
walked through dusty roads
to heal the sick
and to bring comfort to those with pain,
to bring a unknown peace,
causing miracles against the laws of nature
through Your Father
with the Spirit of God descending upon You
to bring to the world of darkness
a bright white pure light.
You did speak about the real meaning of love,
did let love fall upon everyone like clear sweet rain,
while You did live totally sinless,
did bless everyone everywhere, even Your enemies,
but still You did become totally human
and I that tread around in my own thoughts,
in my own words and sinful deeds
can realise Your cruel death and love,
can in my imagination hear the cat whipping,
want to turn away with my own shyness
from You hanging on the cross
but I cannot
as I am caught by your sacrifice
and very scared
I beg for it to be different
as You do know the dark depths of my life
and of Your death I am also guilty
when You call out forgiveness over everyone
and die like only a man can
but there is no one else
that has such love.
Gert Strydom, 14 october 2013
Last night I dreamed that my hand was in yours
and that you were clinging tightly to it,
that you have forsaken the turning-away-roads
and my nose and thoughts was full of you
but now its today
and I see the glistening shine of your laughter
while I wonder what this day is holding
and new moments full of hope and adventure is waiting.
Gert Strydom, 14 october 2013
Sometimes you do shake from passion
and your human core is known to me
when I want nothing to violate
a perfect moment.
Gert Strydom, 11 october 2013
My darling wife, the seasons come and go
but the summer-sun is in your laughter,
spring is in your eyes
and sometimes innocent like a child
you want to look past the times of life
as if there is something precious in every day.
There is intensity when I hold you in my arms
when we stand still for a mere moment.
It’s as if my whole life long I had to wait for you
and you do make me great
even in my inabilities.
Gert Strydom, 10 october 2013
During the last days of winter
we have planted
white Iceberg roses,
blue, purple and yellow irises,
geraniums of the F3 hybrid
and all colours of gazanias
along the palisade of the front garden
and even grass-carnations, pansies,
and Sweet Williams are already flowering
and even a bush of yesterday-today-and-tomorrow
brings a kind of beauty to what life is.
Gert Strydom, 10 october 2013
There is something great to gardening
and in these early days of spring
some birds do frolic and flutter
while others do sing
Gert Strydom, 9 october 2013
(after Sir Thomas Wyatt)
She whom once did me seek flee away
and it is somewhat kind of strange to me
that something did change and she cannot stay
as if I have some kind of iniquity
while she hides behind a sweet kind of guise
and it is very strange this sad awakening
comes as a sudden kind of dim surprise
as there is much pain in the forsaking
and in the morning’s bright new day
she does continually want to be free
even the kind of music that she plays
has a kind of rebellion that I see,
when I do touch her, her arm hairs do rise
and all of this has me worried and thinking,
makes me cry right up to the red sunrise,
as there is much pain in the forsaking
and I will have her right back if I may
but that is not how things are going to be
while to another lover she is set to stray,
want to make me for her sake feel guilty
and to want her back, to stay is unwise
but terribly my heart keeps on aching
and of her intents I can just surmise,
as there is much pain in the forsaking.
[Reference: “The lover showeth how he is forsaken” “They flee from me that sometime did me seek” by Sir Thomas Wyatt.]
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