Though the moon it’s time prevails
I know of a festive period
When the tick tocks unending
unmeaning less hour glass abound
from its premier to its 12th ember
Days and weeks are told,
But the sun joins never with the moon.
I hear the farmers call afar
the seasons far affront
My nation calls for renew
yet I remain the same, not for my leap there in.
Love and anxiety cries for a year more
But am no giver, am only nature
still hope and future I be.
Even my revolve I ought not to apprise
It’s summer’s winter again is waded
I am never in a haste to come, to breed?
So wait again, again and again until my shadow amidst
Am here now, forever and ever.
Poem of Hope. I pray each year we are given to live brings grace and bountiful blessings past all our struggles and pain. Feel free to share your own poems and thoughts on today’s reflection. Thank you
Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2015.