Let your soul be opened to the majesty dwelling within
Let your heart savor their soothing essence
And your spirit quake with sweet laughter and salty tears
At the colors and sounds and shapes they breathe
Dear child, rejoice in these unfathomable gifts of words
Gifts so tender, yet so violent it shapes your senses
Listen like a sponged basket
Let the good soak into your core, filling its center
Throw the bad away like chaff from a peanut seed.
This is my prayer for you;
This is my prayer to you.
Let your dreams be what all dreams are made of
See with your soul’s eye to mountains unclimbed
Look beyond the mountains, beyond the skies
To someplace we just know by faith exists
Listen to everyone, but do alone
Never run from life
Live each day as important but not urgent
Take your time and taste your red wine
Everything can wait, do not rush through life
For the years are many but the seasons few
This is my prayer for you;
This is my prayer to you.
Take a sip like a lady should
And then once in a while gulp the whole damn thing
Life isn’t always very pretty you know
Wear high-heeled boots and push up bras
God knows you’ll need them enough
Yet never let go of those braless days
When you walk barefoot on sandy grounds
I wish you girlfriends who will be your rock
Sisters through good and bad seasons
But be ready for painful separations in between
For in those quiet spaces, you will bloom.
This is my prayer for you;
This is my prayer to you.
A great love is great to share your life with
But never entrust your happiness to another
For that is a selfish, selfish thing to do
Everybody is human you know,
Finding their own path back to the creator
We are all called to be witnesses
Of the awesomeness of the light in us
So know that your knight in shinning armour
Also needs you to rescue him back.
Let your joy come from a place within
Nurtured by only God, only God
Everyone else is simply to remind you of his glory.
This is my prayer for you;
This is my prayer to you.
I see a beautiful life before you, dear child
Roads not yet traveled, paths of glory
And I see you now beautiful with the wrinkles of life
Perched over your daughter and granddaughter,
Writing beautifully crafted words to them too
Oh, dear child, you make me so proud by simply being
You are my best gift to world…
To The Queen and my Biafran sister,
ReplyDeleteCongats on your debut! You know how much I already luv, admire, and respect you. You just gave me another reason. Keep writing - you sure are blessed!
Ngobabe
What a beautiful poem! I loved every line. It should be made into a song. It is also my prayer for you.
ReplyDeleteNice piece of poetry. It speaks to the heart...
ReplyDeleteGlad I stumbled on here. Good job!