For you, what would your story read?
Would it tell tales of grace and love?
Would it inspire and challenge?
Would it dent marks of courage
For you, what would your story bleed?

The echoes of history will scream
It will yell in the faces of our children
The generations next will inquire of our times
They’ll demand for the truth

May we not show empty hands
May we not quiver our lips in despair of nothingness
May we respond with great pleasure, outlines seeds of gold
May our today count to the moldings of amiable substance

Light in dark dens
And glues in broken places we are.
If our bonds are healthy strings of compassion
Then our stories will tell of Grace and Love.

By Favour Emeakama
July 17, 2017