On A Night [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

On a night I did ride through a dark city,
in the back of a yellow taxi into the unknown
and everywhere around me
there were buildings and jolly places
full of unearthly sound and pulsing light
as if all of life could be pressed into a tin can,
into one moment of passion and pleasure

and when later after a night of rest
I again did see the new morning
there was something in the sky's blue hue
another brightness,
that did lead me back
to You from whose hand
the true light and life does come.

© Gert Strydom