I see that hope sprouting
Into a tiny shoot
Tiny yet thriving
It has the colour
...
I withdrew just to see if it doesn't matter
The clouds gathered
And the sky darkened
It was a tearful
...
The trees and mountains
The shrubs and bushes
Banana trees and pitpit
Builds a silhouette over the horizon
...
The plane landed on the tarmac
Bringing my heart back
Into its socket
The steps descend down
...
Ruth Kamasungua is a Senior Tutor with the University of Goroka, E.H.P., Papua New Guinea. She teaches literature and language courses.)
Faith
I see that hope sprouting
Into a tiny shoot
Tiny yet thriving
It has the colour
Of gold
Beneath Unseen Hands
I see faith building
From nothing
To substance
Paving way to
Greater things