(after Elisabeth Eybers)
I want to thank You for one moment in an hour
where we did not speak a word with each other,
for lovely expressions on my wife's face
where it feels as if it can last into eternity,
where the candles throw shadows on the wall,
where we do find bliss in a world full of hatred,
where You let nothing through which is on semblance
and passion comes like an intimate kind of fire,
where we both here naked and exposed
come to the greatest moment together,
realise that it's holy and almost eternal
and this moment is enrapturing great,
where we are both happy and speechless
in love's greatest secret.
[Reference:"Gebed van verstarrende siele"(Prayer of rigid souls)by Elisabeth Eybers.]
© Gert Strydom
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