#Poem: “SMILE THROUGH YOUR TEARS”

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“SMILE THROUGH YOUR TEARS”

By ‘Tosin Oloye-Oyewole.

Looking around me, oh LORD,
I see so much left undone.
I see unfulfilled dreams all along.
I feel I have done so much wrong.
For I see I’v left so much undone.
I’v left so much undone.

My LORD, have I failed you?
I honestly want to please you.
I feel all drained out, wanting you.
I desperately want to please you.
My LORD, I desperately need you.
Help me as I long for you.

He heard my cry, and called me,
I went to him, he smiled and hugged me.
“Daughter, don’t be sad about these,
I Love you, just trust and obey me,
Look straight at me and give to me,
A smile through your tears.”

This is all I need to hear from Him.
I’m energised and inspired by Him.
I’m forging on, empowered by Him.
His Grace…

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#Poem: “SMILE THROUGH YOUR TEARS”

 

“SMILE THROUGH YOUR TEARS”

By ‘Tosin Oloye-Oyewole.

Looking around me, oh LORD,
I see so much left undone.
I see unfulfilled dreams all along.
I feel I have done so much wrong.
For I see I’v left so much undone.
I’v left so much undone.

My LORD, have I failed you?
I honestly want to please you.
I feel all drained out, wanting you.
I desperately want to please you.
My LORD, I desperately need you.
Help me as I long for you.

He heard my cry, and called me,
I went to him, he smiled and hugged me.
“Daughter, don’t be sad about these,
I Love you, just trust and obey me,
Look straight at me and give to me,
A smile through your tears.”

This is all I need to hear from Him.
I’m energised and inspired by Him.
I’m forging on, empowered by Him.
His Grace kept me on, trusting Him,
And obeying Him and thanking Him.
All’s finally accomplished for me by Him.
Even in tears; a Big Smile for Him!

A POEM FOR THE INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY, 2014.

“ME AND MY AFRICAN SISTERS”

                         By

‘Tosin OLOYE-OYEWOLE, Lagos, Nigeria. 

 

Me and my Sisters,

In confusion and in great fear,

Holding firmly to one another,

To gain warmth and enough strength,

To ward-off the onslaught of our common enemies,

The enemies threatening our unity and advancement,

Grieving my precious but simple heart.

 

Me and my Sisters, in despair,

Wondering and weeping and in great fear,

Crying shedding uncontrollable hot tears,

For those who are really not our enemies,

But our lovers, our partners, our confidants,

They are our comforters, our brothers,

It so grieves my dear loving heart.

 

Me and my Sisters, lacking behind,

Aching with years of dissipated energy are our bent backs.

Stiffened with unthankful labour are our rough hands.

In sorrow, bow our over-burdened heads and hearts,

Wondering, why not positioned in our lawful palaces?

Why denied our legal birthrights and inheritance?

All these grieve my very resilient heart.

 

My courageous African Sisters!

Enough rise up and stop your flowing tears,

Look back and remember Deborah, the Jewish Mother,

Remember the likes of the warrior Queen Amina of Zazzau-Zaria.

No man would dare go to war without them, remember?

Remember the brave and loyal African heroines in years past,

Grieve not their sweet memories with your tearful hearts.

 

Sisters take your rightful place with calculated audacity,

Wipe your wet and aging face so saddened,

Brush yourself, brazen up for battle against common adversary.

With all hands held up high together, glow with womanhood pride,

Lift up your battered heads, look ahead, brave and proud Sisters!

Truly, the battle is not only for today’s victory acquired,

But for lasting sweet and joyful memories in our daughters’ hearts.

‘Tosin Oloye-Oyewole.

Me and My African Sisters.

A POEM FOR THE INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY.

 

“ME AND MY AFRICAN SISTERS”

                         By

‘Tosin OLOYE-OYEWOLE, Lagos, Nigeria.

 

Me and my Sisters,

In confusion and in great fear,

Holding firmly to one another,

To gain warmth and enough strength,

To ward-off the onslaught of our common enemies,

The enemies threatening our unity and advancement,

Grieving my precious but simple heart.

 

 

Me and my Sisters, in despair,

Wondering and weeping and in great fear,

Crying shedding uncontrollable hot tears,

For those who are really not our enemies,

But our lovers, our partners, our confidants,

They are our comforters, our brothers,

It so grieves my dear loving heart.

 

 

Me and my Sisters, lagging behind,

Aching with years of dissipated energy are our bent backs.

Stiffened with unthankful labour are our rough hands.

In sorrow, bow our over-burdened heads and hearts,

Wondering, why not positioned in our lawful palaces?

Why denied our legal birthrights and inheritance?

All these grieve my very resilient heart.

 

My courageous African Sisters,

Enough! Rise up and stop your flowing tears,

Look back and remember Deborah, the Jewish Mother,

Remember the likes of the warrior Queen Amina of Zaria.

No man would dare go to war without them, remember?

Remember the brave and loyal African heroines in years past,

Grieve not their sweet memories with your tearful hearts.

 

Sisters, take your rightful places with calculated audacity,

Wipe your wet and aging faces so saddened,

Brush yourself, brazen up for battle against common adversary.

With all hands held up high together, glow with womanhood pride,

Lift up your battered heads, look ahead, brave and proud Sisters!

Truly, the battle is not only for today’s victory acquired,

But for lasting sweet and joyful memories in our daughters’ hearts.

 

‘Tosin Oloye-Oyewole.

(tosinoloyeoyewole@gmail.com)