Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Out of the times of remembering


Out of the times of remembering
I will paint a word-painting of you
that tells the world how wonderful you are
that where others do despise me you are still trusting in me
when you do love my in my most wrenched times
and for this reason I will begin with everything that is beautiful,
with the depth and loveliness of our love
and nothing that will derogate or fabricate
will be in my words,
not even my own pain and fear,
only your sacrifices and how you build your own life around me
and only the most beautiful things from your spirit and soul
and that which really does matter will be in my words,
and the depths of your humanity I will paint.

Submitted: Monday, June 10, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 10, 2013

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