I came across this little poem in an old church youth magazine, I think from the 70s or 80s. It had been thrown out by my aunty and I somehow inherited it. My favourite ones were the big creativity competition they had every year with poetry, essays, songs and hymns.
Nights black canvas A backdrop of stars
Silently whispers to us of a heritage that is ours
One hand made these stars and scatters them abroad
I feel it with a kinship, I too was made by God
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