Someday

An archangel's whisper

Whispered the archangel,
someday you will say:

"Yes, I see.
I see my soul,
my destiny,
as clear as day.

The fogs and clouds obscure it no more.

And all these years,
I could have just fanned my hands
to move the clouds away."

Someday you will seek.
Someday you will find,

whispered the archangel,

but only after you feel

all of life
slipping away.

Too much time.

Too many opportunities.

Too many lost dreams.

Too many sacrifices.

They will all lead you here.

Wait no more.

A poem by Pemba Umoja