By
Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah
HE’S GOD
Growing up,
in a sad village
where the town was lazy
and the lands unfriendly
with the fingers of the people
I wondered how the orphaned vineyard survived
the dry harmattan winds
and how the rivulets survived
without the tears of a river
I pondered over how the nights yawned
in tiredness
by the spells of the day
but had the deepest conviction
that joy will come in the morning
I was amazed at the poor mystery
where crows triumphed
over the jackets of scarecrows
It was like a mirage
on the jaws of a desert
a fight into an unknown fear
a lost smile in a moody cloud
a journey farther away from food
a path that displeased begging
But, time after time,
dream with actions,
prayer after prayer
and humility in love
I was told,
the spirits fought each other
through my passport of perseverance.
He’s God
His kiss
Offers a right of rights
even in a lonely ghostly place
of unsung lyrics.
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