Everything coming between us is superfluous as you make me complete,
in every moment in the scope of the day I do you need.
Where the weavers continually to each other are twittering
and the doves to each other do coo it's a sad thing,
while missing you breaks me and it feels like an eternity,
where even in this virus you are the best part of me.
In my body, soul, thoughts and spirit I do withdraw
of your impact, your presence and company that leaves me in awe.
Wherever this pestilence of a virus comes living ends bit by bit
and nobody can reveal the time of being free from it,
while all joy, happiness and even decency from people do disappear
and each one to God as one day in judgement is near
but to deny that God does act in such times is self-delusion
as He is omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient in times of confusion
but more than this it's the time where He does for each person care,
where each one returns to a relationship with Him and also to prayer.
© Gert Strydom
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