The Second Coming 2 Poem by Gert Strydom

1
Tonight in the sky hangs a red moon
and so very ominous I do it find,
as if the destiny of man has been hewn,
it brings cold shivers to the human mind,
speckled stars in the darkness have been strewn
and I know God do constellations bind.
2
We both walk out on the dew-splashed lawn,
do look up on high at the Greater Bear,
are to the majesty of Orion silently drawn,
smiling you do point out the Lady's Chair.
"How strange seems the sky, " it does to you dawn.
Silently I do embrace you with care.
3
"It's through lovely Orion that He will come, "
Again destiny does in my mind loom
while you do a solemn hymn to God hum,
close the gardenia and jasmine do bloom,
loudly music boom from the nearby slum
and I think about salvation and doom.
4
The breeze silently bares the flower scents
and the great love of God does come to me,
intimate to each other we bare sentiments
and in His omnipotent will things will be
as nothing can stop the coming events
and the fragrance is present lingeringly.
© Gert Strydom