THE GREAT UNENDING HOPE-Acha Harrison

Like the wave troubling the sea As the rain of the winter As the sun of the summer Raiding and Panting. Stolid isthe night wind Being impeccable as gods Fickle as the weather Leaving no traceable trail. I can hear the sounds I can feel the pressure I can see it approaching The mystery unfolded. War after war Fighting and crying for peace Praying and praising No positive outcome. Far above the sky Deep down the sea Lies the golden crown Not even an inch to my domain. Hoping endlessly Weeping helplessly Shouting with the last breathe The glory still concealed Vision blurred Mission disrupted Aspiration disorganized The destiny alters not. Sad it seems Painful it might be The gutsy ceases the chance For hope generates greatness.

ACHA HARRISON(2014).