Where a person have to be thankful to be living,
where this virus is still a thing that is killing,
it causes thousands of people to be ill and to die,
it's feeling like a kind of hell where to live we do try,
where people are locked-down as if in house arrest
by something that do humanity pest,
it's as if a person is standing at an abyss
but in God's omnipotent hand is all of this.
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Through this wonderful creation, nature and realization we feel God's presence. We feel his dignity. This poem is greatly penned with much beauty.