Poezja

Lord, when even for a month
I do not see the sun,
when the Cape’s winter rain sieves down
as if it can last months long,
when it looks as if the sun
is totally absent,
when the winds even pull down oak trees
 
then I know that Your love is present,
that where around the fireplace
I find a little bit of comfort
with my loved ones
You are also a visitor.