Whispers of Light
In the dark, silent forest,
there lies a wooden chest,
goodness and divine light
it carries;
the darkness from Pandora's box,
presumed to be the fox,
and us the sheep,
has less time to exist, as we fellowship
with the Divine Voice,
which is enveloped by the Divine Light!
By: Teddy Kimathi
Date: 13/02/2014
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014
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