Apocrypha: Psalm 74 Poem by Gert Strydom

My Lord, let me never forget
how glorious You did measure out the night sky,
how bright blue the dome of the day is,
where the hues vary in their secrecy,
help me to remember and know about Your love,
to notice how the morning comes in apricot,
the beauty in the black-red waves of a rose's petals
and all of these things come from Your omnipotence and Your decrees,
how glorious You did measure out the night sky.
© Gert Strydom