Invocation: After The House Burnt Down Poem by Gert Strydom

Invocation: after the house burnt down
1
Omnipotent Lord where in a moment
I have lost almost all possessions suddenly:
to recover there is no possibility left,
at the very worst the damage is considerable:

I am agonized by the death of my mother,
my life is stripped, upside-down and turned about
and other people live unperturbed in Your favour,
where with this satanic attack I am not impressed,

where for an unknown reason You do this permit,
when without documents, identity and a driving-license,
without glasses half-blind I find no way out,
I feel from relatives, people and You abandoned,
with nothing pointing to any way to proceed,
as if evil by destiny do devour me.

2
To close to 60 start again is almost ridiculous,
I do not know how to survive further,
life seems impossible and terrible:
from eons my future has been woven into Your plans,

when You do in omnipotence speak and things and events do come to be reality,
I feel from God and man totally forsaken,
while mother's unconditional love I do miss,
while from relatives I experience loathing and hatred,

where I am at a place that I did not determine,
I am pressed into places from where there is no recovery,
as if for unknown sins I am paying a price,
I do not know how to continue in any kind of way:

nothing answers to the reason why,
nothing turns the pain and impact around.

3
Where You and Your angels are from childhood with me,
a close relative does make of it a mockery:
as if as a Jacob, he distorts my character:
in vain in all of this I am searching for meaning,

but aimlessly I only perceive wickedness and madness
and no person retains trust in extradition,
on in public the destruction of lies,
where I do miss mother and Your unconditional love

and as a mortal person I have asked of You
during a heart-attack what about my:
wife, my mother and my poems and You did again give me life,
where people now deceitful do accuse me as too bad:
where there is nothing in possession, or of those things that do remain:
and I ask that You do forgive my sins and my despair.

4
As a mortal and miserable person, I ask:
do notice my life, my destruction and come to the rescue,
to You who is omnipotent I am praying
where like no other You do have scope,

where it is as if You have withdrawn Your protection,
with a hellish fire next to mother's bed,
that You do notice my circumstances:
still You do remain benevolent at every place.

Like a Job it's not the first time,
that everything that I have and that is of importance:
do suddenly stop and I do not know what to learn from this,
I do only notice works of evil and darkness,
where there is nothing with which I do defend against destruction,
while for the rest of my life I do my mother miss.