LETTER TO THE ANGEL II
I left my windows open
and ye never came.
As the years of my childhood wanes
I see that the Lord’s ways can never be fathomed
How I want to disagree with the Prophets
But I know they speak the mind of the Lord
What gain will my hurt be to them?
The silent wind in my window echoes
the journey we took;
The trees we sat on eating peasant meals
The small gifts we traded
the words we said in times of low
The roads we trekked
The appeals we wrote
Lo, the wars we fought
and the nights we stayed awake
For a cause fiercely dear to us
I wish thou lasted for a lifetime
But for the moment ye did
I am ever grateful
As ye hover in thy place of guard
May our Lord strengthen thy wings from falling
As our Prophet had spoken
The Lord’s will is ultimately in our favor
How ever it appears
Ye know I am always here for thee
Be well my friend, o great warrior
Love, the Queen.
Poem written by Esther Salami
