It is a miracle

from a forced sleep
to the struggles with
the consent to wake
from closed eyes
to strained, to opened
from a type of death
to revival to earth
the gift to walk, talk
the gift to mourn, moan
not be the one gone soon
for light to guide at noon
and to guide at night
and to guide the heart
for art as water and land
it’s beyond the eyes.

Tomide Abdul