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Gert Strydom, 30 april 2014

I am not the person

I am not the person
that You have destined me to be
and eagerly I want to walk on the right way,
do and say the right things
but before I can find myself
I do fail You my God
and then I wonder where to start again?

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Gert Strydom, 30 april 2014

When the morning peeps shyly through the window

When the morning peeps shyly through the window
driving away the twilight with the first rays
then the hot fingers draw lines over your body
but still you are swept away to dreamland

and when you turn and move suddenly
then you lie right against me
and I see you open your eyes with new messages
where for moments we are joined.

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Gert Strydom, 29 april 2014

There are times that I do not notice You

There are times that I do not notice You
when a friend is robbed in his own house,
when another motorist tries to push me off the road,
when a toothache almost drives me off my head

but then the weavers and sparrows in the garden
chatter and twitter
and the doves sing their songs of praise
about everything that comes from Your hand

and the deep red colour of roses do astonish me,
and I notice an iris flowering unexpectedly in spring,
and a bush of daisies carries yellow and orange flowers
and it’s as if the daylilies dance in the wind

and with every beautiful sunrise
I experience Your presence
and know that the powers of darkness
are increasing their rebellion

but that You are still standing omnipotent at my side
and the impression of Your love is in everything around me.

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Gert Strydom, 28 april 2014

Lord, here where I stand on my knees

Lord, here where I stand on my knees
I want to stretch out my hand
that Your omnipotent hand can take mine
and help me find the kind of faith
to believe like a mere child
without any certainty
and keep trusting that You
do only want the best for me.

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Gert Strydom, 25 april 2014

Even when darkness is around me

My whole world is sometimes in a jumble
and when things want to fall apart
I do not really comprehend
how everything fits together
but then I do remember the small things
that You are doing daily for me
and that You constantly keep bringing answers,
even when darkness is around me.

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Gert Strydom, 24 april 2014

My Lord

My Lord, some people say that You do not exist,
that You and Your crucifixion and resurrection
is but a fable

Others see You as an inaccessible, cruel God
who sits unapproachable
as a age-old man on a throne

and then there are those that say
that you are female

and others that do believe
that every thing in nature
do possess a part of Your godliness

and they believe that at a time
a person becomes part of You and looses the own identity

and others do believe that you have extradited
an imperfect world to its own nemesis
and that You turn Your back constantly on everyone and everything

but I do know You, for who You really are,
do experience Your presence constantly

and in Your word there is another image
of love that is selfless that I do find
and I see someone that goes to broken persons
bringing healing, love and peace.

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Gert Strydom, 23 april 2014

From sad experience I do know (English Ballade)

(after Dorothy Parker)

Love causes far more pain
than mere sticks and stones
and when from your life she is gone
her memories and sometimes spite remains

Choir:
From sad experience I do know
that there might not be a more painful woe
than a female’s scorn, her anger and hate
and be very careful before it’s too late.

If you do not truly love her, then be aware
as with her you do really dare
as a female is a really dangerous pet
that does not have the ability to forget.

Even if your love is past and through
you are still trapped in a kind of fix,
she will throw at you more harmful things than bricks,
she will ransom you to what she thinks is due.

[Reference: “Ballade of the unfortunate man” by Dorothy Parker.]

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Gert Strydom, 23 april 2014

The temptations

When He was hungry in the desert
every hungry man spoke along with the demon
when Satan appeared to Him.

When the whole world, the city lay beneath His feet
when that demon wanted Him to jump from that height
He did not want to use His own Godly power,

the light of God shined over Him.
God’s word was unlimited in His heart
when He was hungry in the desert,

when He did not want to create breads like the demon wanted
and did not want to tempt God.
When that demon wanted Him to jump from that height

He was already smitten by every hungry urge
with the cities of every human being beneath Him in the distance.
When Satan appeared to Him

(in His time of tiredness and amok)
the whole world was beneath Him
and He did not want to tempt God

and suddenly His hunger did disappear
when the words of God was in His mouth.
When He was hungry in the desert,

when He stood on the peak of a very high mountain
Jesus did know that He had to suffer,
the whole world was beneath Him,

the power of evil was sophisticated,
and the devil subtle with each suggestion.
When Satan appeared to Him

Jesus did know that He could not avoid the crucifixion.
To express His love for His fellow-man
Jesus did know that He had to suffer

and the light of God was on His face
and the horizon was the border of his eye.
When He was hungry in the desert,
when Satan appeared to Him

He did not want to impress anyone
when the whole world, the city lay beneath His feet.
To express His love for His fellow-man
He did not want to use His own godly power.

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Gert Strydom, 23 april 2014

When He hanged crucified

When the one who was truth,
whose commands
created light and everything
hanged crucified
selfless He asked God
to forgive them
who was crucifying Him innocently
and as darkness befall Him
He cried: “My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me?”
and He the Son of God died
for the sins of the world.

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Gert Strydom, 22 april 2014

When my eyes do not remember the gazes in yours

When my eyes do not remember the gazes in yours,
when my ears become deaf to your voice,
when my hands are without feeling
for the softness of your body,
when your words do not overwhelm me anymore,
when your smile do not enchant my day
then the mother-earth
will be the place where I rest,
where I will be aware of nobody and nothing.

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Other poems: For now and for always, The temptation of being near to her, Your walking away is measured in watt, In the garden (ABECEDARIUM), Just for a moment it is there, There are people, Unknowing we may be living in a war zone, Holiday, I yearn for the secrets of nature (sonnet), At 52 the nuts of my country are stripped, A strange dream (triolet), The beach, the morning, Where star systems do disappear in the nought (sonnet), Come to my flower garden, Warriors of the civil service, This morning the sky glitters blue, You must not show any fear, My dear loving God, Sad tidings, Morning, Mirror image, The sun hangs orange red, Divorce V, Divorce IV (Espinela), Divorce III, Divorce II (cavatina), Divorce, Respite, At times we are only set on passing (American sonnet), The peach tree, The gardener, The old guitar (cavatina), Dear Lord God, Still life, Two sides to everything (cavatina), I have missed my country, The sardine run, He lies stretched out in the sun, Africa, There’s no other country, When death’s fingers do me touch, I wonder where is an untouched place that firmly does stand, You never came, I am afraid, The silent countdown, Without matter, Dare you character?, Once I wrote a kind of happy song (Orléans rondel prime), There is no other saviour, Alone we come into the world (for my mom on mother’s day), With hunger in your eyes, Please do forgive, Hoba West Meteor, When I do consider how my time is spent, I see him doing carpentry, When the two of us met, John Phillip, On Pretoria (Italian sonnet), Return, Cecil John Rhodes (Italian sonnet) (in answer to Rudyard Kipling), Afterwards, I walk in the veldt near to Majuba hillock, Vain are the words and deeds that are mine (Rubiyat sonnet), When I do find no place of peace (sonnet), Why I remember the Anglo-Boer war (John Dee sonnet), Lord, only in Your footsteps (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain), On a night, Far too quickly time rushes on (Persian /Rubiyat quatrain), Like any other person, She lives beautiful (sonnet), Where this world is but a grain of sand, On the day of my birth, The crucifixion of the Son of God, Today my heart is full of joy, A prayer (Sonnet), On my birthday, My heart has gone quite in me (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain), Come to me, Soldier: yesterday, At this place I have been before (sonnet), There had been a kind of loneliness, When the early the morning does begin (cavatina), Constantly I am astonished, When I hold you tight, Life is a gift, Bus trip at night, I have not seen the spark of life, Kamikaze, Lucifer at sunrise, The things in a town, When from me she is out of sight, How chilly like winter, Some times, I love you, Long Beach, As my eyes gaze into the dark night, I see her dancing gaily, Right against the morass, African September, A room in the past, The secret room, It had been a hell of spring with the sun hanging scorching, The marsh, For my darling, with New Year, The old year, Today people are not interested, South Africa is also my country, In this distant country, What fanciful lives we lead, As if they are beacons, You are my darling (sonnet), On Christmas, Last night I dreamt of you, Where are we now?, I had dreamt of you, At night the mind plays its tricks, Inside you and I dance, One Military Hospital, Something about a bird in a tree, While the year hangs skeleton, I gave my love to you, No other painting, Field of maize, The red arum lilies, Would my words, When the front door, At dusk, Child, Cry, Maybe 4, Maybe 3, Maybe 2, To be us, Photocopy machine, I do love Africa, While everything is turning brown outside, The crumbling man, My small Jack Russell dog, With self contempt I stand in the veldt, The fallen Cuban soldier, There is a time when night sneaks in, After the farm invasions in Zimbabwe, The small redbreast sings and dances, I love you, Walls, A child is a strange thing, Baby lies so fast asleep, It is a pitch-dark night, Hecuba, A pastor,

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I am not the person

When the morning peeps shyly through the window

There are times that I do not notice You

Lord, here where I stand on my knees

Even when darkness is around me

My Lord

From sad experience I do know (English Ballade)

The temptations

When He hanged crucified

When my eyes do not remember the gazes in yours

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