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