MAGNUS AMUDI

(ENUGU)

POWER


POWER
A force greater than
And stronger than hurricane
Given to wise and fool alike
But thou are a test of wisdom

Thou expose capability ‘n’ possibility
To your holders, making them lords
Something that commands science
It makes a god of a man

Let us charge power positively
And make ourselves equal
Thou not equally
At least not to meager

For the value of power
Is in its positive dispensation

Submitted: Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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  • Sandra-Shaya Gray (8/31/2008 11:16:00 PM)

    The Poem is Magnificent Magnus!

    The Beauty of True Power is that it is Sacred, Still, and Silent.
    True Power is Pure and Flowing.
    Only those of us 'Humble Enough to Surrender'...
    Uncover the Mystery of What True Power Really Is. (Report) Reply

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