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Angel of The Morning Sun (Part 3)
A trilogy of African poems by Lucia Sullivan
”Oh, gentle mother,
With the winds of the basin,
Washing over your face.
You have travelled the heated Savannah,
With so little sleep.
For three hours each night,
You close your tinted eyelashes.
Replaying everything in your huge consciousness of being.
Retaining the knowledge and wisdom of the African horizons,
Holding on to the memories of all you have seen.
Your Ivory jewelry adorns you.
Telling the creatures of the plain,
Your matriarchal worth.
And that the lady has grace,
In the face of all adversity.
The bushes scream for you to taste them.
For you to pull them into your belly.
Hoping you will stay,
Until your teeth began to fall out and lose strength.
As each tooth falls,
A star falls from above the safari.
As if to count down,
The loss of the great mother.
Calling her home,
To the great pyramid in the sky.
Where her ghostly form,
Has wings to fly.
An atmosphere of all knowing.
Her hugeness remains.
Beautiful mother of Africa’s birth,
Watch over us as you enter the gates.
Just as you watched over the plain.
In courage and empathy.
With grace and wisdom.
Guide us with,
Your great spirit.“
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Written by Lucia Sullivan copyright 2020 all rights reserved
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I AM A CLAIRVOYANT, POET, WRITER, AND SEER. I BELIEVE ALL THINGS ARE MOVING TOWARDS THE LIGHT. I LOVE MUSIC, DANCING, BOATING, NATURE, AND ANIMALS.