In the Very Memory of My Birth and Such a Day...

KEMKA S. IBEJI
The singsong blasts golden
The jazz frames lovely and alluring
The prayers sound fulfilled and gladdening
What a life to have and to live even as it grows
When my eyes are lit with the glories of the unknown
Just as the love of virgins and the prayers of saints
My heart is warmed of the adore of the gods
My ways are fashioned with the favours of the greatest
As the heavens wake with awe and the charm of all
As the dreams grow into life and reality
Carry me with your grace never imagined
Tend me with the mercies of infants and the joy of beloved
That my eyes may see the abundance of your compassion
Create me with a wondrous spirit...
And let me see the marvels of your being
Set me on the path of immensity that the world may drink therefrom
Humble Kings and Queens at my doorstep
But raise the downtrodden with my hands
Paint my fame in gold and bring your servants to the service
Form me with love and wisdom and take no knowledge away from me
Bless my eyes for the splendid vision and potency
And amaze the world with my being and in my acts
As the days run weak, strengthen me with sound mind
Make great men and women from my existence
Mix me with wisdom, greatness, favour, and honour.
Bless this day and make it famous for my sake.

Your will not mine…

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