The Hermit and the Mothers Crossing
After playing devils advocate in the beautification
of the nun who had played mother to many..
given hope to many.. the poverty struck peoples
the hermit had just made his submission..
to the Holy see..the hermit is now on a river bank
A bank where ages gone slave masters beat
tortured their own people into forced labor..
many a servant perished on this very river bank
at the hand of their cruel masters.. tortured..
Our hermit sat on this huge Rock by the river
Upon that rock he saw in a vision.. the past
and he understood his purpose.. rising up
with extraordinary strength.. carried huge rock
across the river... never minding the poisonous
river serpents or the vile shadows emerging
On the other bank the hermit put the huge boulder
now mother you have a place to sit and rest...
muttered the hermit and no more do you need cry
the sacred mother has a place to rest and faith...
faith in the Supreme Merciful creator has gained foot.
Faith has gained foot in a dark land where the cruel masters
boasted they would reign forever.. till eternity over the land
but i bet they failed to realize.... or calculate on the hermit
on a hermit in the future undoing their evil by rooting for good
did i say he was playing devils advocate for a nun of the church
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2015
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