There Are Words And Deeds Poem by Gert Strydom

There are words people have said
that does try to destroy my integrity
and I do have the power to take action,
to reciprocate and to destroy,
but I do remain silent and do leave them
to the righteous judgement of God.

There are deeds
that people have done to me
that keeps piercing
as if their impact
never ceases

as if they have got the right
to make my career,
my whole life totally undone
and here I do let them remain unknown.

There are jokes that people have made,
even the principal officer
at the charity where I do work for free
that I have got to earn absolution,
as if I have got previous great big sins
and as if by free work
I can attain a kind of redemption,
where faith in Jesus Christ
and a relationship with Him
is the only way to salvation,

even where I do peel and dice and slice
I have got to sign a form
stating that I am not busy with undue competition
and I wonder how it is possible
to enrich oneself by doing just this?

At times I wish to disappear like the sun,
leaving each evening
and yet somehow

every morning brings a new surprise
with power again to rise
as if destiny which accompanies me
keeps giving me hope
for the next new day.

© Gert Strydom