A glimpse of God

It’s twilight and there is such serenity, Lord
where I sit at a pond and the water
doesn’t even ripple out,

the eastern sky is still more yellow than orange,
has a soft warm embrace
and I hardly move scared that my presence here

will disturb or destroy the silence
will be blasphemy to your presence
that is still lingering

and the reflection of the rising sun
is a large orange ball on the glittering pool
and the sheer beauty with the wild aloes,

protea flowering trees remind me
of how Eden must have been
and in the slight wind that is now blowing

leaves barely tremble
and this place, this world you are drawing me into
has no threat, no pain or terror

just the grace and splendour of your everlasting love
and the cobalt sky has purity to it, freshness
that is overwhelming.

[Reference: Glimpse of God by Tatamkhulu Afrika.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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