To a Prodigal Awakening
To A Prodigal Awakening
They said the grass was greener
On the other side;
so you stepped over—clutching
great expectations
and the satisfaction of lingering
hunger for better.
Yes you yearned to be
What you’re not.
You returned bewildered and dismayed;
Perilous journey—
The sojourn to truths taught
often tries the soul.
The life of our fulfillment in creation
is an ebony tower—
transcending all nullification
of those created in The Image:
Welcome home Brother. Come
Bathe and baptize yourself in the Nile waters
of your Nubian beginning.
Indeed, there’s no place like home;
where black is beautiful and it’s so beautiful
To be young, gifted and black—
And that’s a fact.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2016
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