Telling you the truth
your voice is like the stormy weather
your wish
is the evening bliss
the inside melancholy
transparent through your body
a true lover of God's Word
see you're constantly aboard
you won't miss the sailing ship
at each coming softiest wind
you always keep hearing ears
happy with you i am, beloved Sister, no tears
you will never miss being aboard
no fatamorgana,
but you're really going to Botswana
that's faraway, sure
am happy your faith in God is pure
be in God's company constantly, dear Sis
you are the morning dew and cool bliss
each day at your spot
please, keep praying to our Almighty God
enjoy His daily Blessings
pray when you're feeling odd
have peace in your heart
is oft a good start
faraway from here
do not forget God is perpetually near
no fatamorgana
you're really going to Botswana!
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Sunday 11 April 2021
A heartfelt warm poetic expression just like one being prayed by every well-wishers. I liked the genuineity and love it envelops. I like the sweet flow of words weaving house of hope. Really good to read in the morning.
Thank you so much, dear Varsha, I am happy to see you visiting my poem site. God Bless you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome to Botswana. I m in Zimbabwe, though, not far