Today The Doves, Weavers And Sparrows Are Silent (Couplets) Poem by Gert Strydom

It's so hot that it under the sun it feels as if I do melt
while thunder comes in the afternoon and full of flowers is the veldt,

in pastel-colours cosmos appear everywhere on the ground,
a light breeze blows through the trees while birds are around

but today the doves, weavers and sparrows are silent
while vapour from the tar rises and that it's normal I do pretend,

even at the neighbours that are always jolly in the street
a deadly knowledge lingers that this virus do every person meet,

that this tiny unseen deadly thing comes to you and me
and my darling, today I pray to the Lord God with every person to be,

that a wonderful time will come and that the Lord will act in grace,
that again we will be together and be able to embrace,

that life will return to how we do really know it
that I will be able to pamper you and our darling-grandchildren bit by bit

but much more that we will always remember in what we say and do:
that God is past the bitter end still omnipotent and true.