Mizani

Mizani (Swahili for "Balance") My back is arched, arms outstretched, fingers touching the heavens, until it spews forth its pearls; the weight of the world I eagerly toss to the winds. A rebirth, for serenity I thirst, and the rocks gives me cool water that I may press on...press on past pain, past pity, past oppression, to a calling that is higher. My feet are set to pace for an exodus from the rat race to the haven of my native land; from burning barren lands to the soul of the motherland, I cry out with birth pangs as new dreams are born, afterwards, I'll make my sojourn in the land flowing with milk and honey,...flowing, nurturing my dreams with the pure milk of faith. Mind and spirit lies in balance, no longer in dissonance, release my yoke into God's hands, accepting beauty for ashes, given duty for crutches, horizons are new every morning, teaching me to be content in all things to be all that I am and ever will be as a child of the great I AM. Amidst a world of tragedy, I've known joy and beauty... I am joy and beauty. Balance... poise to hold my head up high even as darkness draws nigh. Balance... equilibrium to bear the tides in a valley deep and wide. Balance.... knowing that as a child of the great I AM, that I can stand, knowing that I am in balance.