Gert Strydom, 7 marca 2014
It was yet another bright sunny summer day
and the sky was pure blue as if only just created by God,
up and down sparrows and weavers flew and nothing was odd,
butterflies fluttered and bees buzzed and it was if all was at play.
Your eyes were golden and bright like the sun
and in them I read messages of love,
there was a kind of beauty that nothing can remove
and around us the entire world was having fun.
Your smile was happy and the dearest thing,
something beautiful that caught the eye
and all around us different birds did fly
twittering and cooing and praising some did sing.
Since then I have learnt that all of life is ephemeral,
moments may deceive or be true,
even if there is something special between me and you
nothing in reality is eternal
and yet that day remains with me constantly.
Gert Strydom, 6 marca 2014
I waited at the motored gate
when winter was bleak and grey
and the early morning fog seemed desolate
as I had not seen the sun on that day
The morning mist blotted out the sky
and in the distance a plover’s call did resound
but then much more lonely was I
when much further away howled a hound.
The features of the houses seemed to me
like spectres ever present but unknown
as if all hope was covered by the foggy canopy
with no sharp, real features being shown
and wet and wicked smelled the earth
if like this all days would now run by,
as if a kind of illness was present at each birth,
as if the destruction of man was nigh
but in the old oak tree some birds were fluttering
and crystal clear and gay
a dove did its song of love sing
and unlimited a sudden ray
did the fog part
as if the bird had a kind of hope and love
that did speak to the depths of the heart,
as if brightness was coming that nothing could remove.
Gert Strydom, 5 marca 2014
Sometimes you turn my world upside down
when you bring change to the routine of life
and sometimes we do together laugh and believe
that good things jump into our way.
Sometimes you do smile and I do wonder
where you get such happiness
and sometimes I am blinded
when I find signs of love in your eyes.
Sometimes I want to hide you in my arms
when on your birthday ill-mannered people make you cry
and like a scared child
you long for better, more beautiful and wonderful days.
Gert Strydom, 5 marca 2014
Every spring after the rain
new life comes again
when seeds are sprouting
and even the smallest petals of grain.
Gert Strydom, 4 marca 2014
Maybe the biggest sacrifice
that a human can give
to live selflessly
and to make sacrifices for others
and maybe this kind of love
is the nearest
to the love that comes from God.
Gert Strydom, 3 marca 2014
You did become human in a primitive time,
walked through dusty roads full of humanity and hope,
told rejected people about forgiveness,
made miracles against the laws of nature a reality,
did touch broken humans with soft fingers,
did heal people from their pain,
did read their grief in their eyes,
did tell everyone how love really works
and when the Spirit of God did descended upon You
a pure kind of bright holy light did radiate from You
and here where I come full of sin to You
I am like a child
in my own years of old age
and You do continually find me daily.
Gert Strydom, 28 lutego 2014
We wonder where sin and the act of it does begin
and if it affects us from without or from within
but at its core it does centre on the self and I
and as time does go by
it brings broken relationships
and grows to acts that do defy and lie
and yet God’s true love did conquer it
when in the shoes of a human the Son of God did fit
but if sin is left unguarded it grows bit by tiny bit
and does corrode peace and joy
and in the end does destroy.
Gert Strydom, 28 lutego 2014
When I look at the world around me
then its clear that a God does exist,
that there is an upper power and wisdom
that even does not miss the smallest living thing,
that does place star systems and planets in their orbits,
that causes the darkness to yield before the sun,
that determines structure and organs to be exact,
to work along in a living unit
a God who has given feelings,
wisdom and a conscience to man
and then people say that no creator does exist,
that he that does believe in the Bible
does squander life on a mere myth,
that evolution comes as a solid basis
but I will rather believe in an omnipotent God
than to live in a world of darkness
in which experiences does just happen,
and to be extradited to the will of destiny.
Gert Strydom, 27 lutego 2014
When in the morning the winter walks with dragging feet,
when a blanket of frost covers the earth
then you and I still lie cosily
and tight against each other
as if something pampering is in our company
as if our bodies at times do resist the cold.
Gert Strydom, 27 lutego 2014
When the roses do get new buds,
when the sparrows peck around
in the unexpected snow,
when later the wind howls icily around our house
and the last leaves flutter around
and right through the night
doves coo their love songs
we do know that spring is already looking in
but our lives are laced together
bring through all the seasons that life brings
when constantly you look beautiful in my eyes
and I face into your hope, dreams and love.
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