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Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Affinity


(after S. Ign. Mocke)

Much further than man’s science can see and reach
systems of stars and planets pay honour to You
and much deeper than our conception can ever understand
is the ways that Your omnipotent thoughts constantly dwell
and on Your command star-systems and planets do appear
and the last elements of others are burned out
where in immortality You see everything beyond the bonds of time,
vigilantly keep Your hands over the undetermined space
and let Your laws, constraints, righteousness and love occur everywhere
and to me a mortal man bring salvation as a child of the King.

The thunder that flashes blue-white
when rain falls from your storage rooms
continually tells about your care and omnipotence,
in the smallest things your love and mercy is present
and when flowers bloom everywhere in spring,
when the sun rises in the hot summer
and stars gleam like torches in your heaven,
when the sun rises and disappears beyond the far horizon
I do realize that between everything there is a relationship,
that Your light penetrates through every kind of darkness

and then I do know that your heart beat pulses in all living things,
that in wisdom You do give life and let it stop,
that the names of those that follow you are etched in the marks of Your hands
and that You listen like a father to each one that asks,
that a will to serve You is hard-wired from the age-old beginning
and that a life without You is stripped from all meaning and sense,
that You also hold Your hands protecting over the cells of everyone that does exist,
that you walk ahead to pave the way for everyone
and when the winds of destiny do blow wild
I do know that our lives still do revolve in Your great plan.

[Reference: “Verwantskap” (relationship) by S. Ign. Mocke.]

Submitted: Monday, December 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 10, 2013

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