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Ode to a New Day

You beckon to me, and I respond.  
You open the door and take me by the hand.  
You guide me as I see, learn, and sometimes comprehend.  
You script and unfurl,  
And I play my role, desiring to add my lines.  

The elements, like soldiers, carry out their duties—  
Unseen, but sometimes summoned by the sages.  
This is a mystery from ages past;  
Sometimes these soldiers are fiery and bold.  

You lead me along a path that yesterday never saw and tomorrow longs to know.  
I follow where the stream flows,  
Keeping hope alive,  
Holding the lamp through every struggle.  
Though I may not understand all that I see,  
I journey across the sea.  

It is a privilege to be embraced by you,  
And an honour to be held by you.  
Though sometimes redemption feels like a tale,  
And Zion seems like a lost city.


May 26, 2025.

Copyright © Thompson Emate

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