Solo Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Like the whistle in the wind through tree leaves
Like tree tops swaying and dancing to nature's tune
Like when one's root is sunk deep where it holds firm
In the Lord my God, my anchor holds firm
In Him my roots are deep into the water table of eternity
I am religious, much moreso a man of faith
Yes, I have strayed many times
Been down to the desolate valley of shame
Still on that Calvary's rock my anchor holds firm.

Phillip Nine Mafunga
21 February 2020