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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 8 may 2014

Even when I do not comprehend

Sometimes I am bothered
that there are pain, heartache and disappointment in life,
that my best plans at times do dwindle away
and I search for deeper meaning
while its difficult to see any kind of light
and its as my time is measured off
in days of which I do not deserve the outcome
and it’s as if a dark power restrains everything
but then I do realize that You do still remain in control
and whatever may come
I have to struggle on in life on Your side
and then events and things keep astounding me
where You do walk on the road ahead
bringing deliverance even when I do not comprehend.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 8 may 2014

Outside the rain sieves down all of this winter

Outside the rain sieves down all of this winter
and while you are slumbering the wild wind jerk,
doves flutter up suddenly on the garden bench
but you are snug and safe like a child.
Where the bougainvillea reach out against the window,
a small birds tries to find its nest
and stretched out your arm is supple and slender.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 may 2014

So many times that I talk with You

So many times that I talk with You
there is a peace that comes into my heart,
its as if my worries suddenly do disappear
as if I am looking at the world with new eyes
and then I see every small flower
while my own fears are left to Your omnipotence.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 6 may 2014

Now that I know the smell of your skin

Now that I know the smell of your skin,
and the soft touch of your body is known to me,
and the unmistakeable glance
with which you do look at me
it does look
as if you do love me more intensely
and suddenly it wipes out
all of the empty years in between.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 5 may 2014

Sometimes its if my best friends

Sometimes its if my best friends
and even my wife
are set on another place
and do not hear a word I say
 
but constantly I do know
that You are interested
in everything that does bother me
and in the things that bring meaning
and does excite me.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 5 may 2014

So lovely on that morn (Balassi stanza)

So lovely on that morn
when our kisses were born,
beauty had joy forever
and somehow we did change,
but it did not feel strange,
I wish it to be never
much different from this
a fragile kind of kiss,
the flower wilts however.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 may 2014

All of my words and thoughts

All of my words and thoughts
that I have got to share with You
do today sound so meaningless
as if I cannot find the right words to speak
and all that I can ask
is that You have got to help me.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 may 2014

Love is

Love is much more
than being together in bed,
much more than the solace
which two bodies, two souls find
in a accomplished intimate act
and I could have told you
how deep its intensity, its principles go
but when you are sleeping on my chest
the whole wide world is at rest
and maybe then love is at its best
while I am truly blessed.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 may 2014

If you take any love / lover that you may

(in answer to Dorothy Parker)
 
If you take any love / lover that you may,
with whom to kiss and play
some will be insincere
even if for a time they hold you dear,
 
but if a poet / poetess
do you at a time impress
then run and flee if you can
as these people are different from the rest,
 
they view things in life in another kind of light
and that’s the way that it is
while sometimes at night
you may find bliss and a kiss may be just a kiss
 
your love / lover may be impressed by his /her or its awesomeness
or have feelings about little things
as if a phenomenon they do possess
as if even the wind at a times sings.
 
[Reference:  “From a letter from Lesbia” by Dorothy Parker.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 may 2014

My Lord, You do know my circumstances

My Lord, You do know my circumstances
and know about all of my problems
and I do not even have to name them to you.
Do You not want to walk on the road ahead
and find the best way for me
so that I can catch up with You
where You are waiting in the unknown future.


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