My brothers and sisters,
Peace and Love—
From the feedback
Sent from above
My onederful life
Has been given
A little while
Longer to bear:-
May the words
I continue to sow
Be healing and inspiring
Fruits filled with seeds
To continue to be sown;
I pray the fertilized soil
Of your pregnant minds
Will continue to be
Breaking waters
Of divine wisdom
And may your guidance
Continue to birth forth
The liberating
Motivation thereof.
I’ve been blessed
To travel a long time here
But time’s growing weary
Of its load—flashing
A goodbye smile—
And in the velvet darkness
Of this life’s ebon night
The patoo sings its song
Of journey’s end.
But let not tears be of sorrow
Rather let them flow with joy
For a symphony of life enjoyed
Clapping hands of celebration.
Hey, while the voice may go to silent rest
Its clanging echoes Will remain behind
To midwife your pregnant poetic minds
In the laboring of love’s birthing
Of the newly arriving poetic word.
Forever be mindful
That while the worker dies
The eternal working word
Continues to go onward—
May your wombs of mind
Continue to flow
With love’s breaking waters
Flowing down the thighs
Of her inspiring realities:-
P.S.: To God be the glory;
Let it flow…let it flow—
Peace and Love, M’Lo