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To Keeping On…Keeping On

    (For Kwame Nyerere Bongodia Lowe)

 

    Old uncle time has called me

    to the  task; procrastination

    has had its run.

    Now is the time

    and the time is now;

    I must keep on the path

    to the task ahead.

 

    To stop in the middle

    of present trials 

    and tribulations is to defeat

    self; questioning the promise

     by the God of deliverance

    from all evil and the soaring

    as if on the wings of eagles.

 

    Let Jacob’s strength

    be the climbing motivation;

    the courage of Job,

    the faithful determination.

 

    Once more and again,

    let it be realized that the weary

    ancestors did more with less;

    leaving us less to do with more.

 

    With legacy on our side;

    the pillars of faith and hope 

    in our heart; the hammer of

    persistence in one hand and

    the nail of determination in

    the other, nothing can turn us

    around.

 

    Just got to keep on talking;

    keep on walking—fighting

    until freedom is won.

 

    All praises due to the Most High

    for granting another day

    perpendicular to the level plane;

    continuing the labor of love

    to bring closer, the total liberation

    of a once enslaved people 

    who are now rooted and branching

    in the midst of this waste hollowing land.





 

 


 

To Keeping On Keeping On

Old uncle time has called me
	to the  task; procrastination
	has had its run.
	Now is the time
	and the time is now;
	I must keep on the path
	to the task ahead.

	To stop in the middle
	of present trials 
	and tribulations is to defeat
	self; questioning the promise
	 by the God of deliverance
	from all evil and the soaring
	as if on the wings of eagles.

	Let Jacob’s strength
	be the climbing motivation;
	the courage of Job,
	the faithful determination.

	Once more and again,
	let it be realized that the weary
	ancestors did more with less;
	leaving us less to do with more.

	With legacy on our side;
	the pillars of faith and hope 
	in our heart; the hammer of
	persistence in one hand and
	the nail of determination in
	the other, nothing can turn us
	around.

	Just got to keep on talking;
	keep on walking—fighting
	until freedom is won.

	All praises due to the Most High
	for granting another day
	perpendicular to the level plane;
	continuing the labor of love
	to bring closer, the total liberation
	of a once enslaved people 
	who are now rooted and branching
	in the midst of this waste hollowing land.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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