Servant
A man with wisdom.
Load by knowledge,
That brings creed.
He opened our eyes,
Invited us to swim the depth of life.
The dark path through,
Would lead into a luminous land,
With stellar features.
Solemnified.
A sanctuary.
A home for all.
It retreats us from imbroglio,
To bring us into placid—
A perfect bliss.
Every time we leave that land,
We left with brought lear.
It’s lucky to meet ‘He.’
And glad to go back to Him.
The amiable men,
And the gracious haven.
It was difficult to see them,
Leave for a new journey.
One after the other.
Yet we are gratified,
For the lesson, they taught us.
For the person,
They aid us to become.
Four months with four lessons,
Four words, with the same first letters:
Faith, forgiveness, family, friendship.
He, God’s servant.
Man with wisdom.
Our teacher.
The missionaries.
(A short poem for our Kuyas :>)
