Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Chellangga

Her hair streaked with gray
Skin wrinkled and old
In her weathered hands,
A story untold.

A home in the jungle
Sustained by the soil
A family to nurture
A life filled with toil.

A body grows weary,
The eyes start to dim.

When a light bursts forth...
A knowledge of Him!

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