Gert Strydom Poems

Last night I dreamed that my hand was in yours
and that you were clinging tightly to it,
that you have forsaken the turning-away-roads
and my nose and thoughts was full of you
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As a mere human You did come,
did leave Your Godliness behind,
walked through dusty roads
to heal the sick
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All the way from Cirene I did travel to Jerusalem
and next to a dusty road that leads to a hill
I did come upon Him,
when a Roman officer commanded me to bear His cross,
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When words loose their meaning
and only flow on bloodlessly
then I cannot say how much I do love you.
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You are well-known to the tips of my fingers
and in the evenings when I lie right against you,
when the moon whispers secret things to the night
the being together becomes a great adventure
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When life keeps folding in on you
and half scared off you look at the whole world
where without understanding it’s hostile against you
and like a hungry fox you do keep at a distance
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Your words do tear me to pieces
and I wonder how such things come from your mouth?
I have disguised my bitter pain from you
and too many times I had to swallow away my own humanity.
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As the silver moon at midnight
watched from a starry sky
like touching fingers her bright light
were tenderly passing us by,
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The night tumbles down
when the last stars are driven off
and even the morning star flees
before the sun and the day-sky
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How difficult it’s sometimes
to decipher the codex of your heart
and at times when your eyes catch mine
its if sunshine and deep truths
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