I Wonder While Holding In My Own Breath (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Today I do stand in the greatest awe
of technology of power, fuel and steam,
wonder if a person can of myths dream?
I do comparisons with other ages draw,

do not want to go to the rack and claw,
believe that truth stands although it fable seem,
where people do the Bible as fantasy deem,
do God as myth express and it's a flaw.

I wonder while holding in my own breath,
looking at the photographs down the hall:
they were brave and accountable to their word.
If those fore-fathers who do rest in death
were more saintly than godless after all?
To them mocking God was really unheard.
© Gert Strydom