Poetry

Near to Gobabis,
(when it still was South West Africa)
a farmer gave me a lift
when I was on military leave
 
and that hardened pioneer
who daily struggled against the desert
told me about the grace of God
and about His great love 
 
while he watched me
where I was sweating in his pickup truck
and I was very sure that God measures out
the way of each human being
 
and the urgent blue eyes of that man
still stays with me
as he did know
something more about his creator.