I Stand.

I Stand,
In life’s fiddling,
Confined, yet to elbow strings,
I dance to its rhythm.

With the feeble,
With cutis riddled with needles,
The ones in the middle of a riddle,
Or the ones dying or bedridden,
I Stand.

I Stand,
However damaged,
Or trundled by burdens in myriads,
I stand with the weary and heavy laden,
In prayers, praise and thanksgiving,
I stand.

©Gc.akunne, March 16, 2016

Today,
The sun hid it's face in shame,
For you,
The skies wept,
As heavy beads,
Beat the earth,
Into submission,
To the sadness,
That hovers over it,
You'd succeeded,
In every other thing,
But a promise,
Of an eternity with me.

© Gc.akunne  2017
15, June 2017, 6.12 pm