'My True Worship' by Dayo Gbuji

The year walkThe toughest moon,The tenth monthFelt like a stillbirthDelayed manifestation,Anxiety for the realizationOf long spoken,watered yearningsIt became,One monthOf dashed hopesAt every dawning of a new daySo much energySo much drive, zealSo much confidenceTo put to workBut no actual movementStirred a cause to doubt GodTo lose confidenceIn his integrityDowned spirit strengthWeakness, feltAs arrows shotWith furyAt a baby's tender beingHope tarriedMakes the heart sickBut a Tree of Life it isWhen one's prayer is heard.Helpless,Hope becomesHopelessnessStruggles,StrifesTroubles unfoldingBut yet we give Thanks;Thanks.

Dayo Gbuji is a simple young man. A trained scientist with a soft for the arts. He writes as a passtime act.

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