An Invocation For My Poems Poem by Gert Strydom

"The Angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a flame of fire
out of the midst of a bush: and he looked, and, behold,
the bush burned with fire and the bush was not consumed.
"...And He said, Draw not night hither: put off thy shoes
from off thy feet for the place whereon though standeth
is holy ground."
Exodus 3: 2&5.

(in answer to H.A. Fagan)

Although ancient animals are almost forever petrified,
nothing does last eternally,
I beg that You do give the power to my poems,
where upon a time everything becomes just dust.

In my words You are omnipotent and the fire that burns,
You are the God that does love and the Only One,
yesterday, today and tomorrow You do bring in context,
You know when I am jubilant and when I cry

with You I am proof against anything,
in Your power everything is good, the sun and also the rain.
I ask that particularly You do bless my verses,
You lead me through a dark world by the hand.
[Reference: "Roem en vergetelheid" (Fame and oblivion) by H.A. Fagan.]