I long, I wait, I pray…
… I hope;
For that moment of respite.
That hour of liberation….
When my cry of helplessness;
My groans of pain; moans of hunger
My shout for help….
…will come to an end…
It will, I know.
It sure would come to an end.
For last night I had a dream…
… I looked up into the skies; into the horizon;
It was brighter than the morning sun.
I saw poverty enslaved.
And life’s true happiness liberated.
Yes! I saw it.
The sun rose again;
In the fullness of its might.
All earth’s inhabitants therein rejoiced.
For a new beginning it was – A new beginning ever hoped for.
The hour of respite ever dreamed of…
Now I cannot wait for dreams to become reality.
Picture courtesy of lypix photography. Wa gbayii!!