At Times I Wonder Why Poem by Gert Strydom

At Times I Wonder Why



At times I wonder why
those I love pass away
and battle to live,
when for others
destiny calls screaming.

One glorious summer
I loved a girl,
who like a blonde angel
came my way,
but in that autumn
death took her away.

Although that summer passed
and some memories
are fading,
sometimes I dream
of a blue eyed girl singing
at the throne of the most mighty God.

Greater than bright angels
her clear voice keeps ringing
and she is white and pure
and everywhere the radiance
of that holy place is beaming.

Somehow that dream
comes back to me
and although I cannot understand,
the way that life
is measured out
I see the Holy One
and His mighty hand
points out my way
and somehow somewhere
life gets meaning
and what was lost is retrieved.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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