The Slimmer Of Moon In Far Horizon Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Restlessness in the village
Crisis in every homestead; the serpent in the chicken run
Lord, these are crucial times
Sounds of quiet in the still air
Death knells sounding from every homestead
Oh how I wish you would hear us at this hour, Lord

Beyond the dark of today, tomorrow so bright beckons
The valleys there flow with rivers of peace and harmony
Whose praises rise up the steep slopes of hope
And we will never try to hold back the years no more
With this song, comfort your heart in the dark of now
Let His glory cascade down the mountain to your valley of hope

Phillip Nine Mafunga
16 April 2020