Yesterday wept with us, naked.

Today our grieves die like mist

renewing the little self of selves like soaring light.

Full by growths of humanity,

complete by roots of renewal,

sitting in the fire of dancing light,

tearing down black walls, sitting by desolate streams,

tearing down white walls, sinking into the buried past,

vanishing divisions fluttering wider and wider,

pumping out hate, too deep for tears.

All of one peace.

Yesterday fought the sun to death.

Today lightens our step to eternity,

where breath and works spark into life fearless

soaking in sweet harmony.

Growing within these paths, to nurture the seeds of days

Sitting in the fire of sweet melodies,

that danced into our story

The uncreated is created, golden like the sun.

All of one peace.

Yesterday burst the joy of our breath.

Today we walk the world in steps of oneness,

Pouring love like air in sameness.

Each step, light up love-torch.

Each step a union into a future, whose heart is whole.

Today, I heard a heart

All of one peace.

Yesterday knew wrong like a dead life.

Today our step is a healing stream, whose heart is whole.

To have the world, heart to heart,

To have the world whole.

Today I heard a world,

All of one peace.

Yet I wander like a breaking heart in pleasant places.

– Ayo Ayoola- Amale esq.

Muse of Poetic Harmony  in Africa.                                       copyright 2013.

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