To Whom - Poem by oreoluwa temmy
The smells of the trees,
The dirts surrounding it,
The sounds of the birds still sings in my ears,
Everything about the world changed on that day,
I have remembered that day,
The years have continued on,
But have you forgotten my children,
Have you forgotten the first time you felt his gays,
Do not keep that moment in your hearts,
Do not treasure it every day,
You cannot lets the weight of this world out-chain the light,
That you carry within
For two years his heart beat with mine,
My whole fresh and blood, every thing of him in me and me in him,
You where not there the night he was reborn and disgraced,
the whole world for that eternity was wasting for that moment.
perhaps you do not believe that he exists in you in the same way,
when you said yes to christ,
you brought him forth in you heart to the world,
your heart beating with his for eternity,
do you think your dought and fears are unique to you today?
the question is not weather we will struggle, we will stuggle greatly,
the question is 'whom do we look up to during the stuggle'?
to whom do we cry to?
to who do we abide to?
when he took the bend into his hands, giving him self to all of humanity,
those hands where on down hands, by spirits to his wood day after day.
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