Five Questions for my Father by A.D. Labuschagne | Poetry Potion
In the beginningWhen my being was still chaoticAnd voidWhen there was just waterAnd very little substanceYou loved meAnd called the firmament to riseTo expandTo grow limbs, and hair and eyesBut what purpose was in mind? You spoke into existenceThat which did not seem to existOut of the unseen you createdGloriouslyYour glory alive in meBut why … Continue reading "Five Questions for my Father by A.D. Labuschagne"