New Life Poem by Gert Strydom
New Life
This morning a white broken shell
did fall out of the big old oak tree
and high up in the branches
there was a twittering
of a small new living thing
and I did hear the adult birds sing
from pure joy
while they did fly to and thro
the blue did fold open
with the glory of the sun above me
and everywhere I could notice the love of God
that watches everything.
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