BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Silence…
A musical orchestra composed of a hundred phrases.
Those eyes…
Gracefully strokes a thousand portraits,
Only empaths can discover humanity’s deepest secrets.
Body language…
Actions speak louder than words,
Yet tensed muscles are seen foreign
And get overlooked
Until there’s an outburst.
Hope…
Dancing between the rising sun and lunar majesty.
Rejoicing that a new day shall arrive after yesterday’s departure.
No need to linger in hesitation.
Wisdom comes in the least expected places,
In the most humbled conditions will it thrive.
When it is time to claim it’s rightful place.
An inner voice will come out with a lion’s roar,
The pride will follow…
Then the choir will sing songs of different nations
A hymn that will travel across time.
