Gert Strydom, 22 may 2013
(after Robert Frost)
In passing the nearby snow filled great woods
and icy lake,
the sheer loveliness caught the rider’s eye;
a halting break
that lingers too long could bring freezing death,
a spell in each flake
brought tiredness, but the horse moved on,
breaking that old spell, its magic was gone.
[Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.]
Gert Strydom, 21 may 2013
By their choice once perfect happy beings
as Lucifer,
Adam and Eve lost immortality,
they did offer
jealousy, self-centredness, evilness
and did transfer
their loyalty away from selfless love;
their trust, security they did remove.
God’s laws, his loving character was clear;
disobedient,
in rebellion and eating from the tree
most deficient
as if not knowing Him they did become;
God omniscient,
had in place a faultless salvation plan
to come to the rescue of mortal man.
Lucifer and his angel followers
did not want it,
they wanted to be gods in their own right,
some bit by bit
more evil, unkind and cruel they become,
they were not fit
to live in love, harmony or in peace;
hatred, evil was a spreading disease.
[Reference: “If Poisonous Minerals” by John Donne.]
Gert Strydom, 21 may 2013
Unfortunately visions are sometimes false
and still Michael stands against Lucifer
and like everyone knows
everything is measured up
in the battle between light and darkness
and still Gabriel is the envoy of God,
while Lucifer remains the dragon, the snake,
the angel that had fallen to the other side,
the one who wants to drag the whole world along with him.
Let people believe falsely
that Lucifer is the light bearer
and the redeemer of the world
and that he brings knowledge
and that people will become gods.
Let the son of the dawn believe
that he can resist any fire,
that he can win against an omnipotent God
and let people unknowingly
pray to the sun and moon
while my God sits in judgement
and will be bringing a fire
that even devours demons.
Still His love is unlimited
and stretches out wider than His whole universe
while forever His words remain true,
as my God is the only true light
that brings brightness
in a world that is apostate and dark.
Gert Strydom, 21 may 2013
After rebelling, against the Creator,
falling in sin,
Lucifer and his evil companions
did enter in
our world to devastate and destroy;
from the begin
their deception brought only death and pain,
and to this day like this it does remain.
Gert Strydom, 20 may 2013
I saw a thunderbolt exploding,
hitting a tree and splitting it,
cleaving it open from top to roots,
causing it to fall down trembling,
throwing off some leaves,
some of the knotted weaver nests
and screeching those little birds
were flying in fear and amok.
Gert Strydom, 20 may 2013
The sky is bedecked with the stars that shine,
the Milky Way
shot-gunned with millions everywhere
in their display
gleaming, glittering white, green, blue and red
quite far away
but feeling as if you can only reach out
to pluck some jewels where they are about.
Gert Strydom, 20 may 2013
On that morning dull white the mist swept in,
the small boat-house
in dark colours protruded at the lake,
his loving spouse
embraced, kissed him drawing him close,
startled red grouse
shot up from the reeds in great amok,
a boat on the lake did up and down rock
Gert Strydom, 17 may 2013
During my whole life, for many years,
I have been waiting on you
and then suddenly you walked into my life.
I do remember
that it was unexpected when I noticed you
and now suddenly
I do swear before the heaven and hell
that our love is much more than just a game.
Gert Strydom, 17 may 2013
Outside a swarm of doves peck yellow maize,
my heart gallops
along the dusty roads
of the lower town
and shaking like a immature child I am searching
where cars come to a halt
for you who are rolling away like a large marble
and when we are apart I do feel unsettled.
Gert Strydom, 16 may 2013
In every face that I behold,
I see a certain chill, a certain cold
and in the distance white mine heaps glimmer
light flash over tall buildings, glass windows shimmer
and it is not the Johannesburg of old
and everybody fits in,
the gum sniffing beggar children
with faces becoming obscure
and waggling limbs now miss-formed without a cure
the street whores, displaying their wares
smiling as without a care, with a cheap kind of glamour
calling out obscenities
along with workers from manufacturing industries
walking in rubber boots
in blue overalls
and even the people in ties and suits
who are in cahoots
with the moneymen
fit perfectly in to a heartless city without a soul
where the value of money is the criterion
that turns men and women into carrion,
in a place that imprisons, like a huge enormous gaol.
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