Where Trees Stand In The Winter Night As Skeletons Poem by Gert Strydom

Where Trees Stand In The Winter Night As Skeletons

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Where trees stand in the winter night as skeletons
out of the clouds of fog the silver-white moon rises
and in the distance a dog is barking,
when other sounds come that no man can understand,

lightning-bolts flash down without end
and as a mere man
I see the omnipotence out of the hand of God

when the windows rattle as if something wants to come in
and I am astounded by the great scene
when the first drops begin to fall
and rain pours down over the dry earth.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: God
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susmit Panda 09 July 2014

Good one, Gerty! ! Kudos! Reading my poems won't make Satan knock at your door, I guess!

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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