As My Prehistoric Father Did - Poem by Gert Strydom
Take my words to above
to a place of ineffable greatness
and let me behold in prayer
the unnameable God
and be a child of the flock
from the vast universe
far and wide,
that has eternal peace.
Give me the primordial sense
to pray to Him
that is forever good and true
and in the silence that is absolutely still
let me hear His voice
as my prehistoric father did.
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