This morning when I pushed the door open
the day was lying open and great,
in the early hour of the twilight
the sun flamed redder than fire,
awe-struck with the beauty you stood with me
while we saw the Lord's morning walk,
you said that there could be something wonderful in such a day
and I read love in your eyes.
© Gert Strydom
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