Another Day With Eyes Stayed On The Prize...

The ever coming dawn

seemed to have struggled

with the coming of morning---

returning from his nocturnal journey,

the sun slowly stretched, yawned

and arose to the appointed occasion

sending dim, golden rays piercing

shades of lazy gray clouds

as the whistling wind wailed,

whooshing through the trees

and streaking around corners---

sounding awakening alarms

hands cannot stop nor ears ignore…

 

The weight of sleep eased,

the window shades of startled orbs

slowly opened to the time’s light,

oblivious to the time of closure,

only aware of time’s here and now…

 

With praises due, thanksgiving

is offered for another cherished day

to teach the children the liberating way

that they not perish in the ongoing struggle

to be totally free from oppressive forces:

spiritually, culturally, politically and economically…

 

Chosen once more and again

to journey onward with tasks divine

I clothed myself with the breastplates

of audacious faith, enlightenment

and strength of the ancestors…

 

And with my eyes stayed on the prize,

I went about the business of total liberation.