You Shine

Spirit of Destiny, Breath of All Benevolent are your ways; May balance come, Make our community One, And reveal the mysteries of this day. Cleanse our minds, Open our Ancestral Eyes, And lead us to True Character; Guard our spiritual energies And pour out your Divine favor Às̩e̩!

I am a child of the village raised higher than hands in worship I am the deep baritone of deacons whose skin could teach bronze a thing or two I am tall, wild grass taller than tattle tales told between siblings I am kin to the wind cousins with the riptides hidden under doo rags I am coffee with cream and sugar spilled onto African Rosewood closer to you than the new growth under your braids I am necessary as your house slippers I am your ancestor