Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

While clouds did mill (cavatina sequence)


While clouds did mill, ominous thundergirt
and in darkness
pile all over the distant horizon
we did caress,
with lips upon lips silently meeting;
our God did bless
us with His own lingering company
while in a storm we did each other see.

Wind did suddenly rock the little tent’s roof,
our God’s presence,
was everywhere, we were without a care,
to its essence
we talked about His might in that night;
our innocence
almost childly kept us from doing wrong.
both of our bonds with Him were very strong.

Submitted: Thursday, August 01, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 01, 2013

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