Poezja

At the very foot of some green hillocks
covered in
orange flowering aloes and proteas
some rows begin
in a place of tranquillity and rest;
avoid of sin
my father and some saints await the call
of God’s clarion gathering large and small.

Some cypress trees are waving in the breeze,
wild doves wander
cooing in the trees, in some rocks a small
salamander
hides from the heat while grass covers the veldt,
no noise slander
through the aeons the rest of forefathers
while that graveyard them together gathers.

Those people had a true great compassion
for fellow men,
were religious zealots but different,
they did know when
to stand back and be selfless in their love,
to find Eden,
daily in sincerity they walked,
of much greater Godly things they talked.

Strange it may seem today but all their time
and wealth was spent
to follow their Godly master’s calling;
sacred, decent
were their lives in their love of Him and man,
each small talent
went only to the Lord’s eternal cause
for themselves they did not even pause.