(psalms flowing as river from my heart)
Like a cub
Born of the pride
Borne of our hot Pride
You come to your mother and I
From Spirit highlands,
Where the grass, rustling rhythmic, crescendos into
Original beats, tribal rhythms and spirit sounds
Splendid and long;
the Sun is powerful all day, all day, all day long
offset only by cooling ocean breezes
of neighboring port celestial territories
with nomeclatures as Paradise, Seven and Heaven.
I prayed for you, my son, 10 years,
Before you came this side of reality.
The visions and dreams
In which you are clear
Were not only fortuitous
But absolute in their representation.
Of your physical-
Yes, I knew well before you came to me, again.
Ato Gitaye, when you smile, so my soul does
Pleased, proud and strong-
for I have my rejoinder in this lifetime-
I am connected to the Infinite, in body,
Through the Hope that is you-
Yes, the burden I carry
Will somehow, in some manner of being, be lifted by you
As I carry on the good fight for
My father and the generations
That came before us.
‘Strong man’, ‘man of the people’,
‘Fisher of men’, ‘athlete’, ‘evangelist’-
‘Good’, ‘blessed’, ‘happy’ ‘man’(De-eeeeuh! at only one and a half years old!)
Are the designations coming from folks
Minds, hearts and lips
As they measure your potential,
Adorning your cheeks with kisses,
Lifting with reverence and kissing the back of your hands,
And stack the possibilities against the measure of your stature-
A giant man, long before you are ever one-
As they speak easy the possibilities
You explore everyday without so much as whim.
You do the impossible easily, my son,
A man of the future
Born before his time
Exactly on time-
Everything you do is magical miracle; everything you do is wonder filled
Everything powerfilled, power full
Everything you do is blessed.
In those visions
Of previous lifetimes, previous visitations
Of that place from whence you came-
Calypso harmonies over-layed with salsa beats
Inlayed with uleles of spiritual praise
As congregations of our people clamor for you to make your mark
Make the work of the spirit force, Egziaber manifest.
As I hear you coming in my dreams,
The sound of your feet stepping slowly, then quickly, is the blood packing my head;
and when I remove my spirit from my body
And look at you though spirit vision
Curiosity, strength, beauty, majesty, massive intellect, strength of character
You mark your spirit
In Everything you do, in all you whom you touch- wonderful; everything you do, blessed.
We awaited your arrival.