IN GRATITUDE

There was a rock that knocked my senses
To see hurled life stones
Amidst wincing and weeping
As materials for building in this storm

II
You were the ink that gathered my alphabets
Even when my pages got wet
With rains of my tears
To gather for me a crowd of cheers

III
You are my touch of maturity
Taking off my past mask in motion slow
To make me see how blessed I am
To have featured in your oven of glory

IV
For all the love you have written through me
On hearts of many far and near
I worship in gratitude, head on the ground
Like a pious Muslim

V
Keep my state to walk my fate
Oil my sanity to fill my maturity
Make me love all my rains no matter their torrents
Know I am so grateful
For the shadows that protect
Even in my darkest hours oh King of Glory!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Oct 16, 2018