Apocrypha: Psalm 2 (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

You are the God, who feeds every wild thing,
the One walking on a tempestuous sea,
to who flocks of birds do constantly sing,
while You do determine whatever will be.

You do hold elements in their furious rage,
do wander with destiny in Your own hand,
are present from the outset in every age,
do determine the rulers in every land

and not bound by the limitations of time
Your glance and memory do contain all,
where you do righteously judge each crime,
You omnipresent glance do in love fall

on mere mortal beings that dwell on this earth
where You God, do cherish them from their birth.

© Gert Strydom