It’s in the grey land

It’s in the grey land
that I am caught like in a labyrinth
and while life passes by

I am looking for direction, for a place
to come out of the marsh

and everywhere around me
there are flowers growing in the swamp,

rain showers down like kettledrums
and thunderbolt after thunderbolt falls nearer and nearer to me

and I am searching for a star, a light
or even steadiness

when I realise that You are with me everywhere
and know of everything that happens,

that You rather rescue, love and help
than being bent on measuring out damnation

and that You bring answers
when it seems impossible

and it is then that I see Your Southern Cross
which leads me out
from where I was blinded by city lights.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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