Sleeping giant.
At birth there's a reason babies cry themselves to life,
In response to that gentle shocking slap,
Foreboding the coming pain of the new kind of growth,
Growth beyond the comforts of the womb,
So it is okay for grown up men and women,
To cry themselves to the new life,
Just be sure the tears don't stop you from living life,
In the same way that crying from the shock of that birth slap,
Could make the newborn baby take its dying breath,
In the same token there is always a better person in every one of us,
Waiting to be shocked to life,
With an indefatigable prayerful hard work,
Wake that giant from its sleep,
With the gadfly of distressing hunger for a better you,
Whip that giant to life if need be,
With the flagella of painful enduring patient focus,
There is always a better person waiting in us,
In the womb of our status quo,
Which will only be born in the place of prayerful work.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
What an inspirational life lesson! This poem speaks to me directly. You're absolutely right that in each of us lies the potential to do and achieve great things. We just need to give ourselves a slap and wake up the sleeping giant!
ReplyDeletePetit frere this is a very timely piece as we prepare to enter the new year. It's taken a special place in my repertoire of ideas that will significantly influence my thinking as I enter the new year. Thanks so much. You small so but you no small. Your head is too big with sense. Good one!
Lol Grande soeur - we thank God, thank u. I will also be meditating this into my DNA as 2011 comes knocking! Let the countless sleeping giants rise.
ReplyDeleteThis is what i am talking about!!!
ReplyDeleteGiant(potiential) in Hilary expose urself!!!!!!!!!!
Eh.... ,i am as well directing these remarks to myself . I have been so passive and dormant covering 'my giant' with a Warm n thick blanket!!!
You better arise Stephnel!!!!
hehe Steph, yes may all your sleeping giants rise!
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