Untittled Poem by belinda mrwebi

It is not the present that tells the resilience of our hearts, but the thought that in the future we shall tell these stories with smiles on our faces.
We leave today with the hope that tomorrow we shall leave in the beauty of our dreams.
With time we will see the fruits of our pain and sacrifice, and in our gratitude we will not forget the road we have travelled.
Life is beautiful with all the seasons it affords us,
To plant, to grow and reap the fruits of our labour.
Soon we shall dance in the platform of kings and queens with the same feet that will carry us to our destiny.
Soon our tears will creates springs of leaving words to encourage those who walk in our footsteps.
Let not therefore your heart be troubled by the morning fog, for at noon you will see the sun in all its glory.
Shining on your dreams as God the creator flourishes them in the presence of those who did not believe.
Let this hope be your daily bread and let your soul drink from the cup of faith so you may never doubt your gifts again.
Believe this truth in your heart and embrace the joy of being alive.
By: Belinda Mrwebi