Where We Poem by Gert Strydom

Where we are on the stone vessel
that constantly does speed through the universe
and do turn around the sun in an orbit
that does determine time as seconds, hours, days and weeks
and months and years
where seasons do come and go

everything is caught and measured out
in a age of technology
where nothing does really function perfectly
without electricity or power
of whatever source.

Where every day just does become a mere anthill
in which we do find tasks and obligations
and tinned become a part of the greater whole.

Where the insects and butterflies and birds
do flutter away busy with their own existence,
where the rain and sun and wind and moon
continually have an own warp and woof

and in outer-space away from us
time at another place,
maybe in another dimension
has no impact
where yesterday, today and tomorrow
is everything of only here and now,
where from eternity to eternity
moments do stretch out in perfect love
and God in his omnipotence
do maintain
this small rebel-world with love
where it does orbit outside of the here and now.

© Gert Strydom