beyond strife

Paint the sky with words of colour and light
Sometimes the bright is over shadow
By the boldness of the pitch of night
Have I feared, longed and dread
Hope, faith, love needs to be bred

Longsuffering doesn’t come naturally

Like the crumbs of broken bread
Communion my soul did fed
A tangible sign of words unsaid
Far beyond the bread and wine
the Lord I met

  1. ©Beatrix Serfontein 8/8/2016
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