Poem By Ana E. Kahora
Plain and simple
Candid and true
nO mastery language
but, form my heart to hearts that long for you! Pain is pain, can not cover hurt!
No fancy words would seem sincere,
Nor help to ease another's woe!
A caring touch, a gentle word would do! A hungry heart would not be satisfied
With cloths or trinkets, no matter how many!
Until it finds the love that fills the emptiness
And grows to overflow, love of His love! It is so, form the beginning,
God had deemed it so!
For "God is love" and we are His children
"We'll not be truly happy, until we rest in Him!"