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Manna of Canaan
15 July 2006

For could there be love
the colour of white
All these years to humble over
yet the fear of losing all to find

She was heaven, an angel born
carried in faith, held in hope
This place of flames and fire
now was she another to pass over

This bread, His body and water in wine of blood
to pray and yet know, hunger was a pain within
Suffering His bleeding, ripped from limb
those scars to heal over in kind

But what would become of the moon
those nights never again sleeping alone
Her heartbeat a feeling to wane
to understand death, before death was dead


“And he said unto them: He that eateth this bread eateth of my body to
his soul; and he that drinketh of this wine drinketh of my blood to
his soul; and his soul shall never hunger nor thirst, but shall be filled.”
3 Nephi 20: 8 BOOK OF MORMON


© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares