A Good Omen Poem by Fasika Ayalew

In stormy gale against its speed
You managed to fly despite the wind
Hiking a mount against its slop
You managed to stand upon its top
Despite a wave’s swallowing curve
Against a tide you coped to surf
Not drowned you rose above
Against all odds you showed me love

Despite the dark you dared to shine
Against your tears for me you smile
Taming me with love despite the trouble
Upon my wild heart at last you saddled
With strings of love, king of the ether
As He united us, knit us together
The tide gave up, the storm recede
A gentle breeze became the wind
No matter how high gets a mountain
Love will provide its good omen