Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Your hand is in the rain


Your hand is in the rain
that falls for fourteen days without end

and when the first yellow peaches appear
and everywhere the rain drizzles down,

when rusty brown leaves fall from the branches
then You are still caring before the first winds do moan
and the cold is present everywhere
with the exhausting of winter
that feels as if it cuts right through everything

and in the rays of that dismal sun
it’s Your love that still circles out wider.

Submitted: Monday, July 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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