Even if

Even if your servants
are sent to visit and destroy
and with glowing red eyes
tries to squeeze the
breath of life
out of me.

Even if you appear
like the Angel of light
which you were
when you walked
among the glowing
treasures unknown and named
in this part of the universe.

Even if great and wealthy men
and secret societies
and people in the east
and tribal men in the bush
worship and follow you,
I know that you are just
a created being
and afraid of and powerless
against the Almighty One.

Even if your presence
and that of your host
and the shape that our world is in
and illness, rage, pestilence and war
proofs that you exist,
it’s greater proof
that a loving holy God
gives the power to choose.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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