The light
Come bright sun
like a beacon from the sky
give warmth to plants and flowers,
give light to the night that stretches out,
gather drops from the earth
to the pool up high.
Come bright sun
like a sign from above
give light to the depths
of darkness in my soul,
burst into every cell
in my body:
Be the lamp that points the way
to a soul that went astray.
poem by Gert Strydom

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