Outside The Birds Sing To God Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

Outside the weavers twitter, the doves coo
and even the smallest sparrows are jubilant,
over the mercies of God in the morning;
while the cat of the neighbours peep through the window.
It's unseen that the hand of God does daily feed them.
I see the cat jump off the windowsill,
think about God's love and forgiveness,
see how Lucifer takes command of humanity:
think of people that suffer by the Russians,
notice in the Southern Hemisphere the summer-sun,
know that we are blessed to have tranquillity:
I pray for the Ukraine, for you and me,
I would have changed everything if I only could
and I know how deep your words lie in me.