Amidst The Forces Of Destiny Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Frances Bellerby)

Amidst the tempest,
of my life tossed in the whirlpool of destiny
there is no kind of rest
and yet You are still right here with me,

in the burning to my essence
facing humans and the forces of hell
I am still aware of your presence,
even imperfect I can of your love tell

and I learn extreme humiliation and pain
where of iniquities I am not totally innocent
even where I am attacked again and again
I am never to You impenitent

as You remain to me forever true
and the meaning of my life I do find in You.

© Gert Strydom