Gert Strydom Poems

The last winter chill is in the cold wind
and yet it’s the very first day of spring
with seedlings awakening from their deep sleep,
with fruit trees covered with their own buds
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I

Like the destruction in the white and black
of a chess board during nights and days
destiny makes its moves and plays
with the lives of men and women with a uncanny knack
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with its clear blue sky
where the sun shines like an eye
that is full of glory

I want to pray to You
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we both stand in amazement
while you are noting the small treasures
of everything that we find;
there are insects jumping here and there
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we were both busy in the garden,
which seemed like a kind of Eden
and there was something in your cheerful gaze

a kind of wonder as if by Godly graze
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In the distant past the waters did spread
and the raw earth came forth
and for some time everything on this world was free,

after the Spirit of the Lord hovered, gave life to everything,
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When that first morning was breaking on earth
sunshine fell on the man and his sweet wife,
in their first awakening there was birth,
to the gentle great happiness of life
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At night when the day puts on its dark cloak
and blackness covers the heavenly blue
then there is a place that we want to make our own,
a place where you reach with your hand to mine
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Sometimes there were days when the sun
hang hot in the summer afternoon
while carefree we could lay next to each other
with the fragrances of jasmine, gardenia
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Without you my days are very empty
and solitary,
life seems without its essence without you,
too ordinary
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