Not Just To Wait But Run Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Sometimes we hear the wind whisper
There are words that never found expressions
They came to us as nightmares

Some as scarlets of long begotten
The testimonies of life are captured in moments untold
the lasting phrase is not words of hope
Love sings the heart heard, and the actions echo

Such is the fate in faithless time abound our fate
If and only if we can hear the whispers
And follow the echoes
Maybe, just maybe it would have not been a whisper
perhaps are warning disdain to how time and seasons fly

Among the agonies of today lies the melody of tomorrow
We shall someday arise in due seasons
Not just to fly
Not just to wait
But to run
Not after wealth nor beauty

But life itself
with all its essence captured beyond time.