When the drizzling rain falls softly outside
the small redbreast goes mad,
it does dance joyfully up and down on the gate
where for the God of the universe
loudly it sings twittering
about that which brings life everywhere
as if it's not scared for the thunderstorm
where it is frolicking and jumps up an down
and just where I come in the wet garden
there are rain lilies that suddenly do open
and when I look at the pink-white flowers
I am astonished with Your works
and I realize that similar You are with every human being
in Your own silent loving mystery.
© Gert Strydom
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