Lost Paradise Poem by Gert Strydom

Around me in my country it looks
as if everything and everybody are loosing control,
do shattering continue into the darkness,
women want to be past board-thin
as if everything does clatter mechanically on
and all of life is without meaning
in a paradise that has gone to hell
in which everything honest, good and reasonable does decay

but when I do awake early in the morning
there still are the bird bringing songs of praise to You,
the cosmos that after the rain suddenly everywhere do flower
and I know that You do notice the oppression,
in times of crisis You do still straighten the way
and I do experience that You do truly constantly answer prayers,
still have got control over everything
as the king of the universe
and in disorder, chaos and decay
at Your own time You do come to salvation.

© Gert Strydom