To A Prodigal Awakening

To A Prodigal Awakening

They said the grass was greener

On the other side;

so you stepped over—clutching

great expectations

and the satisfaction of lingering

hunger for better.

Yes you yearned to be

What you’re not.

You returned bewildered and dismayed;

Perilous journey—

The sojourn to truths taught

often tries the soul.

The life of our fulfillment in creation

is an ebony tower—

transcending all nullification

of those created in The Image:

Welcome home Brother.  Come

Bathe and baptize yourself in the Nile waters

of your Nubian beginning.

Indeed, there’s no place like home;

where black is beautiful and it’s so beautiful

To be young, gifted and black—

And that’s a fact.