The Earth Feels Rocky
The earth feels rocky, terribly hard,
when the pick-axe and the crowbar hits ironstone
and here a man stands separate from a child
when thundering blows strike downward,
I have got stand back and rest for moments
and then try to pierce through the red rock ridge
but at times my thoughts move on
to God who brings salvation to my life,
when steel sing moaning on the hard ironstone;
do You also brake through and bring healing.
poem by Gert Strydom
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