Under the African Skies

I stand gazing across the vast plains of Africa. Plains empty of man-made monsters, filled only with God’s beauty and grace.

The stillness of the beauty fulfills me. I inhale deeply filling my lungs with the pure air. The air is sweet and refreshing, the smell of life, brought only by the heavenly rain on our African soil. I watch the sun take its place, casting away the clouds. As the dark clouds tumble away, the sky is filled with the beautiful spectrum of light. My eyes feast on the mesmerizing colours of the rainbow. This is the symbol of God’s promise to Africa. As I gaze at this colourful ghost of life I realize that the true pot of gold of this rainbow is Africa.

I kneel on the soil, running it through my fingers, each grain like a diamond and me the diamond digger. I close my eyes feeling the warm breeze blow through my hair. It carries the messages of all the creatures. It tells stories of the battles of the plains. Those conquered, those lost and those still to come. It is the breeze of life, the life force that fills every living creature, connecting us all as one.

As I shout out to the heavens the land is filled with my voice, echoing like the deep thunder of the skies. I hear the calls of birds across the plains, a vast network of communication. I see a herd of antelope running and leaping through this maze of beauty.

I start to run, sprinting until I no longer can. I stare into the face of the African sun as it bleeds to death, painting a red smile across the glowing orange sky- until, darkness. The night sky is illuminated with Africa’s sparkling jewels, the great kings of our past, watching over us and guarding our blessed lands.

I lay back and close my eyes. The silence of the plains is a symphony to my ears-every individual blade of grass creating its own unique sound to the choir of Africa, singing the songs of angels, calling us home.

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