Poèmes
Matthew 24v35
The soft winter sunset passed away,
beauty and colour replaced with nothingness
from which yet a voice spoke out :-
"I am the light of the world."
All that was soft to touch
and sweet to taste inevitably dissolved
and I heard the Voice say :-
"Eat the flesh...I am the Bread of Life."
I feast my eyes on printed pages and painted faces,
only to find them blurring
but still remains the Voice :-
"I am the Truth, the Way and the Life."
All joys and pleasures of a life
shared with family and friends is fading,
yet the Voice, triumphant, takes its place :-
"I am the Resurrection and the Life."
