My Lord, Where Medical Personnel With Gloves And Masks (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

My Lord, where medical personnel with gloves and masks
stand at the pulse-beat of the lives of others in this time,
they bravely sacrifice in an age-old tradition
while death goes unseen right through humanity.
I pray that You will assist each one of them in what may come,
that You come to the rescue when that virus tries to infect them.
My Lord, please do now turn around lives, times and days,
that people again will have a fixed trust in Your omnipotence.
Bring forth leaders that stand rock-firm at their word,
that does stay true to principles and every big and small duty,
that does manage and build up this country as it belongs to be,
I ask that every one will here find an own place in the sun.
You did set our time, our belonging together and cultures,
I ask for goodwill, mercy and care to descend on each one of us.
© Gert Strydom