When Outside I Do Talk To God Poem by Gert Strydom

When Outside I Do Talk To God



When outside I do talk to God
the cups of the flowers do open,
the redbreast and weavers frolic everywhere,
while I see a small Eden as far as I walk.

© Gert Strydom

Monday, December 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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