Gert Strydom Poems

You say you did not plan things like this
and at the end I am your throw-away husband,

where over a whole year you do reckon out your life
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My Lord and God, Jahwé, Jesus, whatever man call you,
each human is rescued by You and not damned as You are true.
You created and people argue about Genesis and a big-bang.
You are eternal; the creator in whose hands life does hang.
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Grandma, your dad was a Scotsman and a real gentleman,
your mother an Afrikaner in more than flesh and blood,
you taught me the principles of family,
believed that everyone should help each other,
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Granddad Danie, of you there is little in my memory,
as you died when my mother was but a little girl
but legends and stories tell me about you,
of a man that trusts that God does remain with His people,
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(after Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)

In my Bible I find a flattened flower,
that to me smells somewhat scentless stale.
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At eighteen I was called to the military
for compulsory service in a time of war.
My life changed from what it was before.
It felt if from destiny I would not be free,
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(for Annelize)

About the most beautiful Cape a lot of people talk
and I do agree as it is where you are,
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(for Annelize)

It's such a bright beautiful sunny summer-day,
with tranquillity that comes on a Sunday
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(for Annelize)

I wish I could follow your tracks
to the true depth of your beautiful heart,
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(for Annelize)

Even if this blessed rainy-season is grey
you are the sunshine coming into my life,
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