Gert Strydom, 23 stycznia 2013
On this amazing continent,
that has been ablaze
with wars and killings
since man have dwelt here,
where some perish of hunger
and others live like kings,
I have seen things that are exciting,
have experience the most terrible things
but I cannot extinguish
the sound of Africa beating in my heart
nor my longing to be a part of my people,
the longing for my country that is part of me
and every single morning embraces me
with new life, with fresh air to breathe
and even under oppression I still remain free.
Gert Strydom, 22 stycznia 2013
The heart of a human is a strange thing,
it’s a place that words and deeds do penetrate
or to some only a pumping station for blood
but still love can let it sing without words
and now I wonder what to do with you?
Will I be able to disappear into your depths?
Will I eternally anchor to who and what you are?
Will I trust you to keep all of my secrets?
That something deeper is present than any words can say
is constantly clear to me when your hand lies in mine
and if this thing is love that binds me to you
then I would never want it any different.
and to laugh and cry with you,
to hide against the rough world at your side
seems to me like how things should be
when we love each in innocence without fear.
Gert Strydom, 22 stycznia 2013
(after C. Louis Leipoldt)
Lord, when the last hour of the year leaves me
then I ask love and mercy from You
and sometimes in this life I am astonished and dumbfounded
but at times left behind by friends and loved ones
and when the last minute of the year disappears
then I want to think back to times where I could find moments of happiness
and when life wants to press me down I stand before you like a child,
while I trust in hope on the new tomorrow’s sunshine.
Give me a disposition that forgives and do forget,
help me to stay true to You, to my wife and to my country,
to stand free from self-exaltation and any hypocrisy
and to really know about the depth of love.
Help me to live for more than own enrichment,
to pursue the struggle for everything that is right
and bring on my life’s way daily new meaning,
teach me to constantly discover your truths,
to live only to Your will in my humanity
and I beg that you lead on the way,
that You do fill each day with new hope
become a part of my reality
and when the dark days comes suddenly
then I ask that You become the light on my way
and when I do deviate I ask that You bring me back to equilibrium
unto the last days of old age.
[Reference: “’n Kersnaggebed” (A Christmas night prayer) by C. Louis Leipoldt.]
Gert Strydom, 22 stycznia 2013
When the rain falls for days without end,
and I lie on a Sunday morning nurturing in your arms,
while lightning sounds far away in the distance
then in the cosiness I want nothing different
and then I feel your breath soft and hot against my cheek,
while a few doves coo peacefully outside,
and I notice roses with their flowers full of water hanging lower
when the sun time after time peeps furtively.
On a day as this there is a kind of rest
that lingers right through the house and nature
and when I kiss you soft upon your lips
a scene of love plays like something from an age-old story
while I smell jasmine and gardenia on the wind
when your soft hand finds mine.
Gert Strydom, 21 stycznia 2013
There is a kind of love that I do not really understand
and when my thoughts go to the bible story
then I wonder in my own sinful human nature
how an almighty God comes to a word of fear?
Through the ages the hammer blows keeps ringing
as man did crucify the God of the universe
who did not keep them that murdered Him accountable
as darkness and sorrow came over the earth
and when even an idol worshiper out of the Roman legion
realised that it was the son of God and reconciled himself with the Lord
a price was paid in unmentionable love
and this pain and sorrow keeps lingering in my thoughts.
When the world looks threatening and terrible
I still see His eyes looking in love from the cross.
Gert Strydom, 21 stycznia 2013
A picture lingers with me
of God hanging as a man on the cross,
of Mary standing dumfounded nearby
and mere humans mocking Him about His powerlessness
when the bright day fled into the night,
when God himself paid a sacrifice for the human existence
and this scene remains in my mind
and to me its reality, not just only a very old story.
Gert Strydom, 21 stycznia 2013
From a life of iniquity the Lord has called me
and although Satan wants to make me but a pauper
I am a child of the everlasting king
and His praises I will shout out and sing.
Even if at times I do feel despair,
as if my whole world is falling apart
in His wisdom He controls every affair
and He still does live within my heart,
He does every day take the greatest care
while He walks ahead of my life’s way.
Gert Strydom, 18 stycznia 2013
While we both stood up on a hillock
the big dam stretched out shining below us
with your eyes watching the daybreak,
together we watched the beauty without saying a word,
I wanted to woo you right there
but that loveliness caught us both
while red-knobbed coots flew screeching past.
There is something special to our being together,
something unmentioned that binds us to each other
while I notice great joy in your gaze,
something that a person can only find in nature
and sometimes we do not notice the beauty of it
but nothing can bring a greater kind of peacefulness
than here where you jump right into my heart.
Gert Strydom, 18 stycznia 2013
I saw her running through the hay sheaves
with her bare feet treading in the soft leaves
with dancing feet and blue shining eyes
passing some stacks of hay on far off farms
with a bunch of white flowers in her arms.
From the forest I saw her keenly peep,
while my open eyes drew heavy with sleep
in passing she softly made little sighs,
whispering she told me to have sweet dreams
accompanied by the sound of near streams,
while the wind bristled gently through the boughs,
before fading to sleep I was aware
of her eyes sparkling caring from her brows
and of her lovely shining golden hair.
Gert Strydom, 18 stycznia 2013
I saw a big brown barn owl
only the fluttering of wings
without any sound or howl
falling right out of the black sky
quickly swooping up a grey mouse
while at great speed it passed by
nearer to the barn than the house
in the early dark morning light
it hovered at the right height,
it whooshed away in its flight.
What brought the owl on the right track,
in its struggle for existing
gave the mouse no time to flee back
if not design in each living thing?
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