Lingering, A Feather Is Blown Around And Around Poem by Gert Strydom

Lingering, A Feather Is Blown Around And Around



Lingering, a feather is blown around and around
while it falls from a white dove
where it flutters away against the heavenly blue sky
and there is something that I see

of God’s great creative power,
when I feel life rushing through my veins,
with the wind swishing around me
and this is on earth just another normal day.

Like this His love which is totally selfless, is lingering,
I see in my mind’s eye the dove descending on Him,
I hear His Father’s voice
when He who Himself is pure comes from the water

and His whole life on earth,
His humanity, His existence
turns my thoughts back to Him
and there is only deep love, wherever I look,
that forever stays lingering.

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Gert Strydom

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Johannesburg, South Africa
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