My Shadow

When I cross the road at the green traffic light
and the cars want to drive right over me
as if everyone has got greater rights than others
then my shadow does walk along,

where daily everywhere it does stay next to me,
at times do cover me, do withhold calamities,
as if You with its presence
do constantly fold Your hand around me.

by Gert Strydom

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