During the Winter

Of your discontent

You crave the warm embrace of Spring,

Knowing it will fade away to

The scintillating heat

Of Summer.

But you need not worry.

No!

Because you know that every hot Summer

Gives way to the

Coolness of Autumn.

But as the seasons change,

So do you.

You think.

You feel.

You do.

You ask yourself,

“Who am I?”

“What is my purpose

In life?

When you ask these questions,

You expect a response,

But none is given.

Poverty often denies you access

To prosperity.

Each time, she asks,

“Can you spare a dime?”

You look into her blood-shot eyes,

And your shared silence becomes

A clarion call.

You hear voices,

Those of the great African kings

Speaking to you.

You hear the rhythmic beat of drums,

Encouraging you to dance.

This is your moment, your

Chance to shine.

But do you change or

Do you remain the same?

Heroes have come.

Heroes have gone.

But now you are being asked to be something more.

No one is asking you to change the world.

Change a life,

And bear witness to the

Rippling effects

Of your sacrifice.

© Jeffery A. Faulkerson 2009.  All rights reserved.