Who can look upon this face
And doubt the touch of Divine Grace
Who has adorned for all to see
Thy countenance for love of thee?
But perhaps, for love of them,
The radiant bloom above the stem.
Ne’er in life shalt thou behold
Such love for thee so open told
As in the eyes of them that see
And worship God for love of thee.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
A joy to read,,,.!
Diana...
Connie