Apocrypha: Psalm 79 Poem by Gert Strydom
Apocrypha: Psalm 79
There are woodpeckers and barbets knocking on the window,
at mere crumbs birds peck on the ground
and it's as if each one calls happy to me,
a swarm of doves flutter down
and for moments I stop working.
A paradise bee-catcher prances shining at the window
and all of these birds let me think of You:
You are the bread of life and You are watching over me,
at mere crumbs birds peck on the ground.
© Gert Strydom
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