Caught In Time Poem by Gert Strydom

There are great images and events
that for ever
are caught in my thoughts,
like pure mathematics,
where things doesn’t continue
and are frozen
while the clockwork stops striking.

The Eagle that tries to catch
a fish out of the water
of which the feathers
with the dive
rise up,
that hangs frozen
above the waves
before its claws
can ever break the waves.

The sun that stretches out
its first feelers over the horizon
and hillocks,
as if the bright day
never is going to brake.

‘a Golden full moon
that rules big and bright
over the night,
where it sits
halfway into the sky
as if it’s never
going to move further.

a Rainbow that brightly
touches the earth after the rain,
as if a painter
placed it perfectly
in a beautiful painting.

Lightning bolts that branch white-blue
in the night sky
and resound in the heaven,
as if they are never
going to strike the ground.

Rain that on a cloudless day
fall out of a blue sky,
while no thunder rumbles
anywhere near.

Maybe I can look at precious moments
that still stays with me,
and made a difference to my life.

The knowledge that a Almighty God
really exists
whose hand is stretched over my works
and just where I go,
I can see His influence
in everything around me.

The first time that I saw my darling
and the image that remains with me
of glowing golden eyes
and red-brown hair,
through which the sun shines
and my heart that felt
as if it wanted to stop in my chest.

The first nice kiss
that I got from her
and the fragrance of her perfume,
that forever
stays with me in my thoughts.

My child that gives the first cry,
as if there will be no other cries
that really matters.

The super hero
that I am in my children’s eyes,
as if no other man
can ever be better.

My dog that waits
day after day at the gate
and hops up and down from gladness
and barks and cries,
as if after a thousand years
I am returning home
and as if it has
no comprehension of time.