Like The Stem Of A Rose Poem by Gert Strydom

Like the stem of a rose,
filled with thorns
I have scratched those
that was unkind to me,
but although I tried to be free
and to live a life without jeopardy,
the inevitability brought me
back down to my knees.

Somewhere there I found humility
and started to know
that other people
where also created by You

To You I have ever been true
and although I erred
it was without intent
and maybe the time spent
on other things,
made them more important to me.

Still it’s like a shadow
that You follow me
and Your presence touches me
and somewhere in the darkest night
the only true light stays You.