Gert Strydom Poems

The Spiritus Mundi is hell bent
to take with force and not to earn
and blood letting is loosened everywhere:
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Layers vapour against the window
while the rain
fall for days long without end
and I see forked lightning
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Sometimes when I kneel down for prayer in church
she comes with small tottering steps,
folds her two small arms around me
and for moments the prayer of the chief elder ends
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Everywhere I searched for the words
to express the depth of my true love to you
and nowhere could I find it in a book,
I could not even say the right words,
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Everywhere I searched for the words
to express the depth of my true love to you
and nowhere could I find it in a book,
I could not even say the right words,
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In this world where there is constant decay,
we mortals search for an immortal thing
while illness and age sweeps life away
as if in science it's somewhere hiding
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It's as if the sea is confined
where it breaks and hits in front of us
and just as unobserved
you keep standing next to me
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Like frangipanis do twist to become one
you are attached to my life
and you bring bright colours to each day,
you even fix the bad times.
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Is there somewhere where everything comes together,
where all roads and place join,
where adults gather like children,
when man can find God,
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The earth feels rocky, terribly hard,
when the pick-axe and the crowbar hits ironstone
and here a man stands separate from a child
when thundering blows strike downward,
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