The Credo Of A Child Poem by Gert Strydom

Who truly knows where the rain
does hold in store her shining drops
does hide her barns against the bright blue
but the omnipotent One?

Who knows where the cloak of the morning does hide,
when orange-red she jogs out
does linger for moments
while the dogs are barking for the milkman?

The dewdrop treasures that I find,
when the sun blinds me against the heaven
may have no value to you
but I do still look through the eyes of a child,

are trying to see the unseen,
the secret places of the God that I do serve.