Life Itself Ends Poem by kizza michael

LIFE ITSELF ENDS

Known to them is known to me now
Justice and love were brought back down
Long ago, and suffering gates closed.
Over mountains and rivers, the Christ the Lord has,
windswept my dark days into light,
Long walks of stormy weathers into short walks of
equatorial weathers.

Springs of happiness trickle down my dark face,
Dew tries of joy make me hopeful. My hair seems
darker like a peaceful night...
Good life over and over - and forever.