Apocrypha: Psalm 82 Poem by Gert Strydom

Where above me Your southern-stars burn so bright,
I cannot but think about Your omnipotence.
Where the Seven-Sisters and the Southern Cross hangs above me
I want to long for that home on the other side of Orion.
I notice and hear the night-animals that frolic,
hear doves singing their praises continually to You
and insignificant in simplicity I want to bring my praises.
That everything is by love I realize:
I cannot but think about Your omnipotence.