Gert Strydom

Veteran Poet - 1,920 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Beneath The Southern Cross - Poem by Gert Strydom

Beneath the Southern Cross
are two pointers that catch my eyes
and I wonder to where
their direction is taking me,
while the whole world
with time is estranging around me.

The Southern Cross is bright
against the dark sky
and I am trying to find direction
and see a bright light winking,
past and through the darkness
and this light draws me
like the wise men
that it lead to the child.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 24, 2009



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