Motherly Mercy

Motherly Mercy

 When the weight of the world
 becomes too much to bear
 with stagnant energy
 causing time to blur
 and people on pause
 waiting for fresh air
 you lay awake
 praying
 for the winds to turn fair

When the cries of the world
 become too much to bear
 with people being killed
 without a care
 and the tiniest coffins
 the heaviest to bear
 you lay awake
 instinctively curled
 womb-like
 but you can't escape
 this nightmare

When the wanton woes of the world
 become too much to bear
 and you lay tightly curled
 cocooning the solar plexus
 feeling helpless
 to fix this faulty world
 DO NOT LOSE HOPE!
 Do not despair!
 It's not too late!
 This is check, not checkmate!

So turn your tearful gaze
 focus on the ever flowering grace
 STILL present here!
 Connect to the energizing
 earthly energies everywhere
 Her nourishing beauty
 and Motherly Mercy
 will help your withered spirit
 bloom again
 your weary soul repair

And you'll soon feel inspired
 once again
 to improve the world
 from within
 then out there

 Adiela Akoo

#AdielaAkoo
 c 10/6/2020

This poem has been published by Best of Africa