The Poetry of A.D. Labuschagne
Here are words stirred up in the depths of the human condition – love, sorrow, nostalgia – longing for purpose and meaning, scars on display, and hope from the nooks and crannies of my heart.
Hear Now Little Sparrow
Behold the sparrow –trampled little sparrow –exhausted little sparrow –in the Father’s loving hand. Longing for the sky,with broken wing –still with song to sing –in the Father’s loving hand. Mercy and graceare foundin the bosomof El Shaddai The God who feeds the...