C an I ever do justice
a nd how do I repay
r everend lady
o rator of eloquence
l uminous weaver of her Nation's creed
Softly she speaks
words of ancient wisdom;
imprints left in my Soul,
echoes that resonate in the depth
of my heart looking for answers.
A mentor, a teacher;
guru of truths, that she gathered in small pebbles,
on her journey -her quest to find her own way;
to grasp tightly the bonds of her blood and heritage;
the womb that nurtured and birthed her,
[yet she was ripped away like a weed that did not belong]
but like the dandelion , determined she planted her roots,
deep into the soil of the dust that was "home" to her.
She learned and she shared,
the laws of the Universe [sacred beliefs and traditions]
Natural and Spiritual Laws of Creation;
I learned by and through her,
Harmony and Balance she acquainted me with;
and mostly Respect, for all that exists,
to be clear and conscious of all that I think and all that I do.
Humbly I thank her-for she has given me a vision;
one that I will try to live up to,
and should I stumble or fall, I know
that I will hear her voice and feel her hands helping me back up.
"the good road and the road of difficulties you have shown me and made me cross, and where they cross the road is holy"
author unknown
Honorable mention
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