Dirk Opperman talks of starry holes
where the holed drum of God does burn,
of stars that eat the universe,
André Letoit speak of stars
that do in the night do dart and gad about,
like radioactive angels with headlamps
in search of God's white throne,
for the cabbalists the stars are,
especially Orion, the portal
to find God in the heavenly realm
but to me the stars are the torches,
the beacons of God into eternity
where he does knot and untie the seven-star
where He does walk through the darkness of eternity,
do find His way through time and space at the right moments and places
and He is the source from where all things do come,
the One whose glare does exceed the lustre
of all stars, heavenly-bodies,
comets and planets in bright purity,
the true light that does lead others to the truth.
[References:"Nagwag" (Night watch)by D. J. Opperman. "Tafereel" (Scene)by André Letoit.]
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your imaginative poem is supreme.