I feel his spirit which moves me.
I feel his love which comforts me.
I feel his peace amidst strife.
I see splendor, majesty, miracles.
Dear is your beauty and priceless you are,
as every black boy and girl who must stand alone
in seas filled with pearls of different sizes and shapes,
but none, none to match their shade.
What's going on? You asked. My answer is nothing more than a revitalization of the cultural revolution in my soul.
Rock-stone! Me a Jamaican. Still, I am a Canadian.
The desire to ascend to heights unknown fills my spirit with tempestuous longing.
I know not my destination; yet I will know when I have arrived.