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| Segun Peters WINNER POEM OF THE MONTH |
MY LITTLE ONE
My Little One,
Do not listen to your
heart.
For it sees around and
has no insight;
For it hears across
and has no faith.
It shudders like feet
set on grass lush with morning dew
But had promised the
step to a journey of a thousand miles.
It scatters like a
herd of antelopes against a charging leopard
But had resolved to
stand together against the last enemy.
It feeds like an
ostrich with its head in the dirt
Yet had dreamed to eat
from the feast of the heavens.
Awaken your soul,
Little One.
See it, but close your
eyes;
The victory of the sun
rise above giant mountains,
The power of death
sink leviathans to abyssal depths.
Hear it, but shut your
ears;
The mighty lion roar that
earth may bow,
The graceful eagle
call that heavens shall obey.
Do not cower if eyes
won’t give you sight
Because the sky is the
vision to wings that trust the winds.
Do not perturb if your
mouth won’t utter words
Because giants are
made by heart and dwarves by words.
Even a body without
its soul is dead
As long as your soul
lives you have conquered eternity.
Gentle whispers stirs
a forest
You don’t have to be
the loudest to be the bravest.
Close your eyes,
Little One
And you will know who
you are.
Bow to the winds and
draw on its breath;
And then you see from
heaven’s height a theatre of dreams.
Drink the elixir from
nature’s dew
And fill to brim of
love that binds one in all.
Sway to the rhythm of
mighty ocean waves
And tell comedies of
conquerors that beckon at your footstool.
Dance as the birds
sing the rising of the sun
For destiny’s path it
lays upon your feet.
My Little One,
Look at your soul
through heaven’s eyes.
Beyond your sight are
visions waiting to arouse the earth.
Seize it, and the mountains
shall split in a chorus.
Beneath your arms are
wings waiting to daunt the skies.
Spread it, and the sun
shall prostrate at your majesty.
Come close, closer to
the precipice of your limitations.
Take that leap,
And Fly.
Away.
Segun Peters
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