He Comes To Me

Poetry

By Leonard Dabydeen Last updated Nov 25, 2021

He comes to me
in many tongues,
but I only speak one language
and I write the same.

Yet there’s a presence
in His absence,
as if He belongs –
I cannot forget.

How often
we set our cup
to collect Blessings
from his ever-flowing stream?

Always
His Guidance
is like a beaming torch
in our life path.

Poem Poetic Prose

Leonard Dabydeen

Leonard Dabydeen is a Guyanese-born Canadian who hails from Canje, a small rural district in the county of Berbice, Guyana, South America. He was formerly a school teacher, Headmaster and a lecturer at the Government Teachers’ Training College, with a Bachelor of Education degree from the University of Guyana, before coming to Canada in 1983. He is currently a Licensed Paralegal and a member of the Law Society of Upper Canada. A published author and creative writer. Human Rights advocatte.

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1 Comment

Claudio Vincenzo Ferrara says 13 years ago
OK Leonard, I liked your poem, I really did. “HE” can be: God or your lover, your guide??? OK, leave that mystery – it works. Well done.
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