In My Thoughts I Have Got To Stand Still Poem by Gert Strydom

In my thoughts I have got to stand still
at the place
where my footfalls as a small child
in the veldt at a fountain
went to fetch pure, clean water.

There I must go and find words,
as now I am blinded by life
and it feels as if it wants to devour me.

Maybe I will see Your face there,
when the blue sky does draw open
and the water of that cool living pool
does lie mirror-smooth,
maybe You will lay Your hand of mercy over me
and I will receive holy, great words,
maybe I will see Your shadow and know
that You are still near to me.