During the Winter
Of your discontent
You crave the warm embrace of Spring,
Knowing it will fade away to
The scintillating heat
Of Summer.
But you need not worry.
No!
Because you know that every hot Summer
Gives way to the
Coolness of Autumn.
But as the seasons change,
So do you.
You think.
You feel.
You do.
You ask yourself,
“Who am I?”
“What is my purpose
In life?
When you ask these questions,
You expect a response,
But none is given.
Poverty often denies you access
To prosperity.
Each time, she asks,
“Can you spare a dime?”
You look into her blood-shot eyes,
And your shared silence becomes
A clarion call.
You hear voices,
Those of the great African kings
Speaking to you.
You hear the rhythmic beat of drums,
Encouraging you to dance.
This is your moment, your
Chance to shine.
But do you change or
Do you remain the same?
Heroes have come.
Heroes have gone.
But now you are being asked to be something more.
No one is asking you to change the world.
Change a life,
And bear witness to the
Rippling effects
Of your sacrifice.
Copyright 2009 by Jeffery A. Faulkerson. All rights reserved.
Posted By: J. A. Faulkerson
Tuesday, May 5th 2009 at 1:57PM
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