biola olatunde | sometimes…


sometimes silence is golden
when your speech is silvered peace
and your song of gratitude
is painted with wonder
i could sing a song
without words
but please Lord
accept this single word

the sun can sometimes
be cajoled to allow
the rose to flower
in the desert
it is the reason
for the dew at dawn
and the chill of
the whispering wind in the night.

the eagle will still land
on the soft hands of love
if your gaze is constant
and strength is sure
wrap the promise of a dawn
as a mantle of the gift of light
round your soul

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