Gert Strydom Poems

Butterflies you could find
as a very small girl,
could run just like the wind,
did hold on your dad's hand,
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When the sun went down in an orange copper-glow
and your hand found mine warm,
all of life was better than good
and dumbstruck like a small child
...

(in answer to Helena Enslin, after Johann Johl)

Destiny separates us at times, my love,
this weekend we are away from each other
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You are my angel of the morning light,
the one who turns my upside down world bright,
you are the only one to whom I yearn
during the darkness of the night.
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Blood-red the moon hangs
as a ruby up in the sky
on velvet from God,
it does flame in the darkness
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Something has gone wrong
and things are not
how they used to be
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In the distance he see them coming,
war chariots filling the horizon
and the rumbling of horse hooves
are getting louder
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Take my words to above
to a place of ineffable greatness
and let me behold in prayer
the unnameable God
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God gives a child
for a while as a gift to you
to keep in your arms.
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There are things that you cannot avoid
like the call-up instruction which cruelly
brings you to another world and measure you out
for whom you must become and be and stay
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