The People We Love

Some of them have Halo’s above their heads,
and others lay their path so we follow.
We love the Baker, who gives daily bread.

Though others give us light while we wallow,
and some know how to fix our broken hearts.
We love the Baker who bakes the Afro.

Those who make us be fine paintings in arts,
and those whose clouds will rain to grow our seeds.
We love them like the Baker who has charts.

I know about the grounds that grow good deeds.
Some become Sun, penetrating our dark.
They’re like the Baker who gives us proceeds.

The people we love help build us an Ark.
When next you see one, just wait for the spark

Ruddapoet Rudolph