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To Keeping On…Keeping On

    (For Kwame Nyerere Bongodia Lowe)

 

    Old uncle time has called me

    to the  task; procrastination

    has had its run.

    Now is the time

    and the time is now;

    I must keep on the path

    to the task ahead.

 

    To stop in the middle

    of present trials 

    and tribulations is to defeat

    self; questioning the promise

     by the God of deliverance

    from all evil and the soaring

    as if on the wings of eagles.

 

    Let Jacob’s strength

    be the climbing motivation;

    the courage of Job,

    the faithful determination.

 

    Once more and again,

    let it be realized that the weary

    ancestors did more with less;

    leaving us less to do with more.

 

    With legacy on our side;

    the pillars of faith and hope 

    in our heart; the hammer of

    persistence in one hand and

    the nail of determination in

    the other, nothing can turn us

    around.

 

    Just got to keep on talking;

    keep on walking—fighting

    until freedom is won.

 

    All praises due to the Most High

    for granting another day

    perpendicular to the level plane;

    continuing the labor of love

    to bring closer, the total liberation

    of a once enslaved people 

    who are now rooted and branching

    in the midst of this waste hollowing land.





 

 


 

Old uncle time has called me to the task; procrastination has had its run. Now is the time and the time is now; I must keep on the path to the task ahead. To stop in the middle of present trials and tribulations is to defeat self; questioning the promise by the God of deliverance from all evil and the soaring as if on the wings of eagles. Let Jacob’s strength be the climbing motivation; the courage of Job, the faithful determination. Once more and again, let it be realized that the weary ancestors did more with less; leaving us less to do with more. With legacy on our side; the pillars of faith and hope in our heart; the hammer of persistence in one hand and the nail of determination in the other, nothing can turn us around. Just got to keep on talking; keep on walking—fighting until freedom is won. All praises due to the Most High for granting another day perpendicular to the level plane; continuing the labor of love to bring closer, the total liberation of a once enslaved people who are now rooted and branching in the midst of this waste hollowing land.

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