Awoken like a bloom in a sacred corner of the earth
Land of the Fair Isle
Xyamaica
My heart spreads its wings like a free eagle in a playful dance
Splashing up water
And mother’s discipline.
I thought this place was my little country
Until I met a map of the world
On the mountain top
I flew
To call upon my invisible neighbors
No one answered
I was talking to myself and to my God
Then I found a way
A heart abounding with limitless love
A showering of goodness to all beings
This became my meditation
There in solemn surrender
I beheld angels on tip toes
Decked in all splendor
Heralding the unification of all people
Sanctioned by the will of God
Thus I rose to my higher self
And heard a voice singing
“There is no religion higher than truth”
A truth that says
“We all are one”
Out of this oneness emerged
Diverse nation’s united
By the common denominator called Love called
Aspiration for truth.
Then I began to see a time where
Illusions are transformed into
Reality
And the world became as it was ordained by
God
The arena of the greatest celebration
Thus I rose to my higher self
And heard a voice singing
Rise up ye mighty people and know
That
We are all reflections of each other
Bound by the destiny of love
Graced by our service to each other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And that is why I am suggesting that we replace Black History used to describe February to Empowerment month as everyone, of every hue needs that!