Here Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Here



Here
In our land
No snow
Yet my song
Rings of snow
Yet
My song rings
Of white
Black Figures melting
As you find
In as proportion
Direct:
Tricky passages
That weave
Around
Foot print on foot print
On the dampened Earth
The Body goes up and
Up
The Soul goes with it
Climbs weary
Step by step
In life’s grey Golgotha.

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