Just As The First Light Falls Through The Window

Just as the first light falls through the window
I am already
on my knees
when my prayers go to the God of the universe

and I can already hear the joy of the birds outside,
while I carry my people, my country and my own things
to the loving Father,
and I try to whisper like a child in His ear.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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