Gert Strydom, 22 kwietnia 2013
when the summer sun shines down
from the unstained blue
and its hot rays shine in glory
without any clouds building up,
when the beauty of nature stretches
as if the summer will never pass
and let the autumn then draw its first lines.
Gert Strydom, 19 kwietnia 2013
The darkness in me is summoned by tragedy,
oppression and the pain
that life sometimes brings and never I am truly free
while my tears are falling like rain
but in all things Your righteousness,
Your love and compassion
comes to me to bless, even in the nothingness
and in times of oppression
there’s a new light that I see,
while I look upon the cross, see You hanging in innocence
and even when my heart is full of anxiety
You bring me to acquittal from recompense,
to find inner strength and endless joy
instead of in anger that wants to destroy.
Gert Strydom, 19 kwietnia 2013
Even in times of great woe
when time moves far to slow
when havoc is present on earth
of Your presence I do know
Gert Strydom, 19 kwietnia 2013
In a world of agony and pain,
not only here and there
but the great kindness and love
of God does eternally remain
and the signs of his presence are everywhere
and nothing can His blessings remove
and wherever I look
new hope like flowers do daily arise
and from the plain to the brook
I see the tokens of His touching hand
and even when I do not understand
His decisions in my life are constantly wise.
Be joyful my heart
as daily God does His care impart.
Gert Strydom, 18 kwietnia 2013
From eternity you were destined
to be with me
and together we have some happy days,
from fear are free
but when from each other we are apart
I am lonely
and I miss you much more than I can tell,
as forever I am under your spell.
Gert Strydom, 18 kwietnia 2013
Without you my days are very empty
and solitary,
life seems without its essence without you,
too ordinary
days do string on while from you I am gone,
it’s necessary
to have your company, to see your face
weekends do seem a Godly kind of grace.
Gert Strydom, 18 kwietnia 2013
In the darkness you sneak by along with the corridor
and when the floor creaks
I wonder if the people in the house are listening.
Away is the tiredness
when the early morning sun caresses me softly
and awakes me
when you are dressed and looking lovely
and still I am struggling to drive my dreams away.
Gert Strydom, 18 kwietnia 2013
On his face you can see that he is getting old,
and he is almost seventy years.
Punctually he is on his post
sweeping my yard with his homemade broom
and with hardened hands he works long hours
in old clothes that has seen better days
and he changes into better clothes
before he goes home on his bicycle.
In the twelve years that he has worked for me
I have seen him in deep thoughts many times
and when I ask him about it
he always says that he is speaking with his heart.
His mind goes back to his beloved Kwazulu-Natal,
to the mountains and the grass veldt of his youth
and to the innocence of a barefoot child
looking after his father’s herd of cattle.
Most of all he misses his family
and tears well up in his eyes
when he talks about the veldt
and the freedom of being a child.
He misses his mother’s maize porridge
from a black cast iron pot
and the meat roasted on an open fire,
the stories told around the fire by the elders
and the singing and dancing of the ladies
with their skirts wiggling
and the laughter
that rings out as if you can hear it forever
and the stars that shines like diamonds in the sky
that is spread all over like a giant glistening blanket
and the moon that reflects on the water of the river
as if it’s taking a bath
and the wild animals that were everywhere
when people were free
but today he lives in a room with his wife
in a suburb of Springs
but sometimes when he has saved enough money
he goes back home to see
how freedom still looks like.
Gert Strydom, 17 kwietnia 2013
When love is not enough
to bring happiness
and people are finding greater value
in each material thing
then a kind of monstrosity hides
that alienates them from each other
which estranges there humanity
bit by tiny bit.
Gert Strydom, 17 kwietnia 2013
When I miss you continually, are longing through the nights,
then it’s as if you are near with your soft cheek
and I think about how you bath, pray, are busy with poems
but there is some grief in the song of the doves
that continually sounds up out of the stripped tree
when outside stars shine blue-white in rows;
our love, your humanity keeps surrounding me
and I am constantly thinking and thinking about you.
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