While The Year Does Skeleton Poem by Gert Strydom

While The Year Does Skeleton



While the year does skeleton,
hangs in this winter
there are sparrows, grey turacos
and doves catching my eyes

and from somewhere
a squadron of weavers suddenly do appear
that mob around
the seed that I had spread upon the lawn
like a hungry crowd out of the sky

and they sing exuberant
while they eat the treasure of food
and I know
that God does also just like this
stretch out His hand
with wonderful things that are in store for me.

Monday, October 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: God
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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