From The Wells Of Knowing

Some exalt the hidden hand

And thank the stars above

For who or what their lot may be;

Life they claim is divine ordained-

That nothing that is, or ever could be

Is to chance, or happenstance.

Birds seek southern climes

In accord with changing times;

And sea turtles in time do seek

Sands of birth to spurn their brood

Just like the sun’s recurrent arc.

I’m neither turtle, bird nor sun,

Schooled in routine manifestation.

Within my chest, there beats a heart

That fuels my thoughts, my agile mind.

Anchored though to earth beneath

Yet consigned to budge or stay...

 Fortune beeds , and the will impels.

While seconds anxiously each day uncoil

And cross roads loom hither and yon….

I and I my thoughts confounded thus

From the wells of knowing must imbibe;

For a lone ranger I am, my cross to bear-

With a willing soul, my constant carriage 

 I pray with stalwart zeal my load to bear

From shifting sands onto the finish line.

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi©

Embedded  images are from Mali.....featuring the Timbuktu Scrolls and an ancient learning center

      TODAY

“candid reflection”

I love you "today"

For your transient bliss

That my heart has set at ease;

and as I face all that would unfold

Each tick I hope is speckled gold.

Thank you "today""

For your promise of tomorrow

Unsealed though it may be;

I’d take my odds all by the throw

For the blessings of  yesterdays, I hope

My cart would stir all thru’ the maze.

 

I’m hopeful yet often perturbed

by stagnant hours caught in frames-

with bungee seconds stretched wide…..

pliant-defiant – your wayward son,

unhinged- untamed by scornful eyes.

Charged though my card this day

With notes of dreams deferred…..

I wear my crown without regret.

But should you "Today" your grace

enshroud with cloaks of indignation

I’d loathe and shun you so – and wish….

upon a cloud that it rains on you.

Author: Hope Kalé Ewusi

BALLAD OF THE EXILED SUN

Oh morning sun why wait so long

And let the somber veil persist?

Our promise ribbon adorns the sky

That with the fondest love was sealed;

I’m waiting along the country mile

Oh morning sun to see you smile….

Don’t tarry long, don’t tarry long.

Oh mother, mother, mother dear!

I’ve heard your whispers in the rain

Your heaving bosom knows but pain;

A friendly token is on its way

To chase the shadows from your heart-

Come Sunday, my loving rays, the veil will lift...

Just hold on for another night.

Time is a river that runs its course

Heedless to haste or lingering sighs;

And breath is like mist-akin to rain

That swells the river’s earthy womb-

Who to the sea lends maternal favor….

Oh mother, mother, mother dear

Like the river, your sun will find your face

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi ©