With natural senses shut,
eyes of faith open,
I begin to envision
things that are not,
as if they were.
The tables have been turned
as a new era begins.
Is this for real,
Or another good dream?
I see people
pregnant with expectation-
filled with hope
and determination.
Hatred & bitterness
flee,
as grace adorns
hearts with forgiveness.
I see hearts of stone
melted by flames of love.
Change is in the
atmosphere-
trust has replaced fear.
I see brokenness healed
as dignity is restored.
From the North and the East,
the South and the West-
All are returning to rebuild.
Violence and bloodshed
are coming to an end-
people stand hand in hand,
as they rebuild their land.
I see people in battle,
slaying sin & corruption,
Fighting AIDS, division and poverty
with unity and with dignity.
I taste the sweetness
of liberty; a new ZIM-
May this dream
become reality.
Posted by Shilla Mutamba
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2 comments:
Strong message, Shilla. The nightmare will end and we'll begin to dream again. An honest poem about Zim's present and future, expressing a simple wish: will all this be over one day?
Good message of hope Shilla. I agree with Emmanuel, the dust will settle and we will pick the pieces together.
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