You Are In And Outside Of Me Poem by Gert Strydom

Its foggy icy chilly outside with a lot of rising vapour
inside you are like my breath and I wonder what has the day in store?

Against the window I see your reflected image
and in thoughts I am pulled back as if to another time and age,

the landscape is blotted out and shiny
and while I think about you I am insignificant and tiny

while outside softly falls the drizzling rain
and the world is washed clean without a stain,

I see how God is pouring out His mercy
the morning is red like port and here you are with me

and still fog hangs like smoke
while on our lives in prayer I do God's blessings invoke

and maybe love does the best for others seek,
I think when my lips softly do touch your cheek.