In This Broken Hurting World I Do Love You (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Everywhere I come across a kind of pestilence
and there is AIDS and Corona just to name two
but in this broken hurting world I do love you
and do pray daily for God's lingering presence,

as in my life you are to happiness the essence
the one with whom everything I want to do,
as you do bring joy even when my day is blue.
When all around me people do act in violence

there impudent rage at life does not on you fall.
You go to the task at hand and brightly smile,
are respectful and hospitable to one and all
as if you know tranquility will come in a while,
that what looks like unsolvable is rather small,
it's as if you know that God do peace beguile.
© Gert Strydom