Adichia Poem by Samah Khan

Adichia stood at the edge of the sea
A shawl around her slender form
Below the blue sky, shaded by the birch tree
Her eyes squinted, her face forlorn

No man, no fowl, no beast does prowl
Where Adichia stands each day
Beauty sublime, finesse with time
Can bring no one all this way

Adichia does not sketch or paint
Adichia does not write
But yet she knows where true art shows
It passes not her sight

There she wonders with a frown
Why there is such a haven yet;
When the Earth is bent on breaking down
There is some paradise left

But then again she has a purpose,
As she looks out far into the morn
Her father is somewhere far away
Still finding his way back home

So there is poor Adichia betwixt
The golden sun and the shining green leas
Wishing for a peace that is beyond God’s Canvas,
Waiting for Him to give her peace.