It’s in the grey land
that I am caught like in a labyrinth
and while life passes by
I am looking for direction, for a place
to come out of the marsh
and everywhere around me
there are flowers growing in the swamp,
rain showers down like kettledrums
and thunderbolt after thunderbolt falls nearer and nearer to me
and I am searching for a star, a light
or even steadiness
when I realise that You are with me everywhere
and know of everything that happens,
that You rather rescue, love and help
than being bent on measuring out damnation
and that You bring answers
when it seems impossible
and it is then that I see Your Southern Cross
which leads me out
from where I was blinded by city lights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gert, fine piece of poetry. Enjoyed reading this. Regards, Ian