The Stranger
My stranger in the shadow
A quiet shadow, in a room by himself known to many as they come each day to pay their dues
He quietly accepts their dues and sends them on their way
Known to many, but to one his is the stranger in shadow
The stranger, the quiet shadow ever-present soft voice carries on taking their dues and sending them on their way
My stranger reveals himself to me and is no longer the stranger in the shadow
He is the shadow of life, hope and of peace
Still he takes their dues and sends them on their way
He welcomes me in gave me hope and peace
No longer is he the stranger in the shadow
I am the stranger in his shadow
Catherine Sekwalor
11/7/13
NMCM Lilongwe, Malawi
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