Apocrypha: Psalm 34 Poem by Gert Strydom

It's as if every yesterday do today come back to me,
there is a mystic message in every flower
and through the eons You do to me talk.
When the chrysalis becomes a living butterfly,
with all the beauty I am speechless,
for others You are there far away on the other side
but for me You are right here present with Your creation,
to others You are concealed but to me You are not disguised,
there is a mystic message in every flower