The Travelers Poem by Falana Zion

It was the time again
For the word to set the world ablaze
Like the moon shedding its light around its gaze
We set out to dish His word at the unreached place

Imagination rolled down the memory lane
As the bus jacked up and down like an unhasting clay
River of thought swallowed our minds
As we journeyed on the yellow dusty ground

Though the sky folded its light around its chest
The bus stopped with its last breath
We stepped down like a soldier with the word headed
And knelt to be blessed from the heavenly realm

Under the flesh shrinking shining sky
The village was paraded with the life-saving psalms
As we tread the yellow dusty ground
The villagers lost their breath in surprise

As the sky fly with the time
His word became the village tapping hand
Through the audio word hope-giving sound
The villagers rests their hearts on their minds

We became the stars in their sky
They became the ripped fruit on our land
With God's word bounded with love
The village became an isle of paradise

With their hearts kowtowing His heart
They promised not to depart from His sight
But with tears filled face
They waved at us, as we fold our sky from their gaze



My experience on my 2018 Christmas Trip to an unknown land.