My Destiny With Two Faces Poem by Eche Ononukwe

I believe, not to proud, that I have wealth;
wealth that my Mak’r has got for me.
Ev’n when it seems not be ready in a bodily form,
I see I have got it for the future.
But I pity Baraks who think nev’r have it,
causing enough sorrows to their heart
to die lat’r of so many heart attacks.

My destiny with two faces;
with my talents giv’n me by my Mak’r,
I’ll use to serve and help man,
man made as an image of His Invisibility;
I’ll serve God in my duties to man,
with my hand cleans’d of stains.

I know I have wealth
only to wait for its manifestation,
having put aside my anger
and then learn to be meek, enduring all things,
without grumbling about evil done to me –
or evil that man does to man,
for God sees ev’rything.