OrishiasA Poem by peacebeyondpassion
The sky foretells
That something Ominous Has taken place. It is overcast With just a little blue… I feel blue. The wind is shifty With an air That is unusually Cool Where I stand There are no flowers that Bloom. I hear a child
Crying in the distance Is it symbolic Of my soul’s Cry? For I have forsaken
Butterflyz. The sky has poured
Down its fury for Four days, The weatherman lies I wonder where is his Weather vane? Oya!
I call out to you to Stop the winds of Change. However I know this is Not your nature Yet I call out in Pain. This season proves to be
Stormy. I brace myself I put on my armor. Oshun!
Lead me To your rivers, Your valleys that Are pure Grace me with your Presence Grace me with an Oggun! Oya!
I hear your calls, A tree lies in the distance for you have made it Fall! Ancestors!
I plea for you to have Mercy on me! Recognize me! For I have given Reverence to Thee! Orishias
Have mercy on me! Oya Please Leave me Be! -------Sheenae Westmoreland
© 2008 peacebeyondpassionAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 19, 2008 Last Updated on March 20, 2008 AuthorpeacebeyondpassionBirmingham, ALAboutI have been writing since I have been able to spell. Over the years I've taken my own tone, gathered my own thoughts about life, love and the pursuit of happiness. What I feel I either write it down.. more..Writing
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