Peering Down Lingering Lights Poem by Gert Strydom

Peering down lingering lights,
in star signs burn in their glory, twinkling
without any real meaning
while we chart our lives choosing the options

that destiny throws at our feet
without really knowing
where we are going
and even the elements are present every day

and rush and play with rain and thunder
and sun and wind
and moon and clouds
forever intermingling
while on the thoroughfare
we are mesmerized while we dare
and our trust and hope is in God
who we do not see but do know very well.