Loosing Its Material Form Poem by Gert Strydom

As if stomping out of a dream one night
just as I put out the light
and was blinded by darkness
with red glowing evil eyes
in its black face
a demonic beast appeared
and materialised into solid flesh

much larger than life
with its head against the ceiling
as broad as three well built large men
combined into one
and the terror of him
got like a drug into me
making me lame
right through my body.

In the sudden moonlight I saw
his clothes of leather just as black
and he bended over me
and nearer he came
squashed me with both hands
as if he was going to pulverise
every part into the very cells
from which my body is made,

but when I thought that I couldn’t
get a sound out
the name of God
whom I called for help
made it disappear,
reducing it to fine particles

looking like a television set
with no reception
where it fade away
into the naught
and then it was gone
loosing its material form

and then I really knew
about the power of His name
and that out of every thing
and in every situation
He could rescue me
and prayed and even felt safe
against demonic beings.