Trouble Wont Last Always
I wrote this piece for my sister Yoruba.
Troubles don't last always.
there will be Joy in the morning.
The night...feels like
it wants to wrap itself around your core
and siphon all that remains within...
as your soul ignites
from the burden of others sins.
I know your shoulders are strong enough
but allow me to share the weight
in fact, let me get a fork too
So I can share what's stacking up on
your spiritual plate.
Nothing makes sense
as I see you.. head on knees, sitting on the floor
Its usually right at these times when miracles
come walking through the door.
You...the wise one between us
always spreading goodness when you are near
As I light a sage smudge and white candle for you
Know that "little sis"is always here.
For you and I have walked the galaxies together
as we let the sands of time
slip through our fingers in ancient Kemet
I know...the colors of your soul.
Just as I know...these troubles
will soon pass.