Like A City Upon A Hill Poem by Alan Kabanshi

In concealed steep plight, which grace voice of reason with a say
In the hidden corners of a steadfast sight
And in facade of naked spaces arrayed in gray
Trumpets emerge in clouded light, anechoic to dreams, this day lie
Its magic wrapped in warmth, holding past life’s revelations laid sound
Today, let even stealth footprint echoes rustle like summer leaves on the ground

Growth never was by your will but God’s grace in nature’s serendipity
through history it speaks, ''life isn’t smooth sometime you embrace pain''
Caress your heart, starve doubts but daunt not the brain
Attest that with age comes wisdom and with it much is understood

Strengthen your spirit and stimulate your mind
Reach your truest being and your light shall shine kind
Humble plea, earns favor and crowns men kings
It buys a valuable place in hearts of mankind
And soar even heights that break eagles’ wings

Many shall look up to you like a city upon a hill
A city whose rivers flow with milk and honey
Whose autumn drizzles with blessings

2011
Dedicated: To my friend Kada Arabat on his birthday