We’ve lived in time
and grown in sensitive seasons
We’ve endured proverbial pain
and wept in the drowsy rain
We’ve been scorched by the giantly sun
that lumbered during the daytime
and endured endless breath of treacherous evil
We’ve longed for good friends
but the path we chose, clothed us in absolute silence and uncompromised secrecy
that has even brought us prominent enemies
from our own home
We’ve seen men, and hugged wives
who have wanted to be authors of our already battled scripts
but we stood firm to our discernment so we could not be swayed into tempest pits
We’ve lost many wins to the office of the mischievous heart
We’ve sown seeds and laughed with them motivated in compulsive spirits
when we were ignorant of their nightly war
but when life stalled at the crossroad in abject thirst
we stood in yonder and went in talks to the wind for answers from the unseen and unimagery King
and life outturned for our good in alignment of His will
We’ve become life as an idle mirror
We’ve awakened as a reflection of perspectives in photographs
We’ve learned to be as the chameleon who adapts to colors in its environment
We’ve become humanly serpents
with vernomous prayers
We are life in a lens.
We are soldiers on a battlefield
and until we win, we keep fighting.
Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah
2023-12-02
http://www.mkksomuah.wordpress.com
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