Whisper – Joy Okwori


The breeze whistled
as the leaves slept
beneath my feet while
the morning birds
hummed in pure glee.
The sun shyly crawled to
its seat amidst clouds in
the sky. There was a voice.
Not loud, not faint. It spoke
of past wars, present
struggles and future wins
“Thou ancient voice, stay
audible for my ears have
become quite feeble to
grasp sounds of your
whispers, a light to my
darkened pathway.” In
thy bosom are hidden
secrets, secrets of why
a thousand men fell and
how a hundred thousand
men will rise should I pay
heed to your faint voice.
Thy audibility being in
my ability to read through
books of old. Thy audibility
being in my ability to learn
from wise men. Oh whisper,
whisper as I listen.

Joy Okwori

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