Lullaby for the Sun that Rises in Me April 12, 2010
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This is for my baby boy –
The sun that rises in me.
More than love and more than joy,
I pray that you’ll be free.
And even though this life
is full of tests of loyalty,
I’m sure that you’ll be ever true
with eyes wide open to see.
Be brave, be strong and if ever wrong
Admit your flaws to me.
Because I am here to dry your tears
and to teach integrity
And when the crippling doubts of fears
attempt to bring you down
I’m somewhere close, I’m somewhere near
to help find your crown.
This for my baby boy –
The sun that rises in me.
More than love and more than joy,
I pray that you’ll be free.
I call on all protective spirits
to guide your destiny
Chineke! I know you hear it,
Bless this growing seed.
Help him be a helpful hand
to all humanity.
Teach him love of our motherland,
to restore her dignity.
Open his heart to serve our people
and do it constructively
Show him the road, I know he’ll build it –
this sun that rises in me.
This is for my baby boy –
This sun that rises in me.
More than love and more than joy,
I pray that you’ll be free.
After the Roses (For Pooja and Vivek on the Wedding Day April 4, 2010) By April 2, 2010
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After the roses,
The thorns of new growth
would have been replaced
by sturdy, steady stem.
Questions of if he’s the one?
Would have been long answered by then.
Worries of who will reach for your hand back
would be tempered by indistinguishable
interlocked fingers tied tight in a ribbon of ten.
And when you laugh,
Like an invisible string
That lingers in mid-air
(interrupted by distance)
His tugged soul will softly smile.
And though life’s journey
has already been seasoned
with miles of trials and tribulations,
new dandelions sprout
to decorate the roots of your
Well-grounded union.
But in the beginning,
Before diapers and bunk beds,
road trips and long nights,
there is fusion forming
in hidden earth
Rising to each occasion,
your love grows an inch –
taking new form
with every upward stretch
to break new ground.
And now,
In the presence of students and teachers
of the long, hard and rewarding road,
Rejoice in the knowledge that
you have found a companion
in seeking truth.
Pray each day that your love
Will bear fruit.
Allow humility to
temper any assumptions
of what should or not be…
And see,
Yes let yourself see
the roses as well as the thorns.
Let your tears and sweat dry
in the wind that tells
that no pain lasts but so long.
In the midst of all
your tickled senses,
breathe in
the perfume of your
perfectly imperfect garden
of flowers and family.
And smile knowing
That you’ve touched his soul.
