As Vague Trembles Poem by Gert Strydom

As vague trembles that do You indicate,
Your Spirit burns in me,
while birds do day and night sing songs of praises to You,
I find the same melody in the waves that break,
You are the One where in the desert I find water,
the source of light that sets the stars as beacons
and about You and You handiwork I have but a small insight,
my life passes and still You are the one that remains,
Your Spirit burns in me.
© Gert Strydom