Sitting under a broom tree,
Hands and head, on bended knee
My task is done,
The man does weep
Death threats is why I had to flee
Alone, so alone, what must I do?
To get back my faith, now below zero
His words of woe, is heard by the One,
In whom this man had placed his faith on
How soon did he forget the awesome deed?
In the name of the One who heard his plea.
The sacrifice on the alter, which with fire consumed
By the true Living One, His existence never confused
Am I not alone? In all this he cries,
The answer is "Oh No!
There are others who for me is willing to even die"
I release you my child,
You have run the race,
Fought the good fight,
With an abundance of faith
it's time to come home,
No sorrow, no tears,
Nor doubts, nor fears
A place of rest,
With Life eternal,
You deserve the very best.
Neela Gunatilleke.
7tb Dec. 2021
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