The Way Poem by Kefentse Sathekge

Daily I seek you
Like the clothes I wear
Unfold my wings
I have been docile too long

I soar high with the eagles
Though sometimes
I feed with the chickens,
My manners and pride
I do not seek to sacrifice
For my destiny lies
Beyond the skies.

I seek to pray to be refilled
As I am empty as an echo
My spirit low like
The soles of my shoes
Lord I cry, refill me.

Spread them lord, let me
Be restored
To skies above, where
I belong, my spirit
Renewed like
The wings of an eagle.