On The First Christmas Poem by Gert Strydom

Where the sun burns almost without mercy
in the heavens of Africa,
and the tracks of drought stretch right over the continent,
a Bushman saw a strange star in the night
when the full-moon looked down silver-white from above.
Just after that the whole night-sky was covered with clouds,
he saw bolts of lightning coming down blue-white in the distance,
smelled the rain pouring down,
knew that on that night
God brought His mercy to the earth.
From far away in the East wise-men followed that star,
knew that this star indicated the birth of a king
and they brought to Him their most precious treasures.
In the veldt angels appeared to shepherds,
did sing about the good news to humanity:
sang about the birth of the redeemer,
who is Christ the Lord
and that child was found in a manger in clothes
when God came as a human to the earth
and still I am amazed by the love of such a God.