Just A Matter Poem by Saul Palti

Just A Matter



Blighted by fear for the end is near
closer than tomorrows end
how the heavens are dear
to meet with Jesus who is a friend

he sits at the top of the garden
playing his game of sultan
as I hold in my breath
he lets me wait underneath

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