When Every Thing Is Only White Before My Eyes Poem by Gert Strydom

(after Cornelius van der Merwe)

When there are no more words
to fill the pages,
when no more words do come out of my pen,

when there are no more words
no magic images, no pictures,
no thoughts, no lines
that does draw deeper meaning with them

then I will still raise my eyes to You
even if only unknown hieroglyphics
do remain in my writing,

when every thing is only white before my eyes,
I will trust in You
that You do still have thoughts for me.

[Reference: "Witsig" (White sight) by Cornelius van der Merwe.]