I know it's terrible that I think of this deadly thing of late
but my heart is broken where thousands it does exterminate
and sometimes people are perplexed in all of this,
as there is enough suffering and pain as life normally is
but I am with the impact of it speechless and find it odd
and it's in times as this that people do come to God.
In my thoughts comes a God that cares for man in his need,
who by mere love as a human being did bleed,
who on a wooden cross did bear the suffering of all of humanity
and I am dumbstruck by this selfless love that sacrifices eternity.
Maybe He means nothing to someone with this deadly thing
but He does shelter me and do to me protection bring.
He is the One that keeps death from most people away
and still the rain falls with blue-white thunder on a cloudy day,
still the seasons turn as have been assigned to them,
still seedlings are sprouting little stem by little stem
and maybe this is the time where man learns to pray again,
where all of life do in the balance remain.
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem