Gert Strydom

Veteran Poet - 1,639 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Constantly The Hour Work Ticks On Slowly - Poem by Gert Strydom

Constantly the hour work ticks on slowly
and we are caught in the mechanics of time
and even mere moments we cannot bring to a halt
and it’s as if everything hangs in the balance of destiny
and even when we do regret the deeds and words of yesterday
today and its hours and seconds still run on,
and we do find new meaning
in the moments that constantly do appear
but there is One that exists beyond the limitations of time and space
and He folds His omnipotent hands over the whole universe
and where everyone of us become but a mere speck of dust
His love continually is poured out
in provisions and stipulations right through the universe
and even with us in the soft falling rain.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013


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