Daily I am astounded with the beauty of nature
where the spring rain now pours down constantly,
where I do realise that there are beautiful things in the universe,
not only things that do come to death and trouble,
where in this spring I see flower upon flower,
do hear the lightning roaring far and near,
while sometimes I am inundated with joy
although the years of old age is rushing nearer,
it's much more beautiful than I do expect of spring
with birds that do continually build nests and sing their songs of joy,
as if God is for a time in our presence
with mercy and power in every day and night
which do jump into life and bring us love
were holy days do bring us to Him in a tight bond.
© Gert Strydom
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