The Love That Is In Me Nothing Expels (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

The love that is in me nothing do expel,
while for you I long in the lonely hours.
I smell you in the frequent rain-showers.
I wait for voice-notes that of your day tell.

Around me fruitfully summer has its spell,
with the wandering fragrances of the flowers.
Where the Russian invasion over things towers:
I hear from a church the call, the ringing bell,

for caring Christian people to come and pray,
as the possibility of their defeat grow,
of God's caring grace it's another day,
of His presence in times of need I know,
also that nothing can His power stay:
great goodwill that He, do on men bestow.