Dienstag, 19. November 2019

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (115)



The light of day



The light of day is fading, the candle’s flame burns low,

Far, far our feet have travelled, a long way still to go

Our goal seams oh so far away, none knows the hour the day

Our weary, wanderings through the world, drawn-out by long delay.

We know we’re here to conquer, to win a victor’s crown

God, father grand the faith, the strength

Seal us to be thein own.



                                         Evening thoughts



Moonlight on the windowsill

World so quiet, calm and still

As this day comes to a close

May all God’s children

Around the world

Find blessed sweet repose.

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