Gert Strydom Poems

I love tea
and when I was a boy,
my grandmother made me some.
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Praise the gods
and blessed I was,
when I found you
in that winter season.
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Today’s world is filled
with sadness and hunger
and some are poor
and without any food
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I knew you when we met
for we had become acquainted,
over the internet
and with the telephone.
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I see the monster wake up with rage
and we feed
our enemies to it.
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There’s fear of religious mad men
who crash planes into places,
where innocent people live and work
without any apparent reason.
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There’s a Captain
that brings every ship to shore
and more than that,
guides everyone that trust in Him
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He stands at the tiller
of a age old ship
that drifts upon
stormy waters
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I dream one night
that I stand in front of the Creator
and flames lash glowing,
from His mighty throne.
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One evening
I see a thing
that let’s my blood boil,
while I watch the news
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