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Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer


Hope And Faith


Beautiful chicken cackling around,
Sunbathing with their caring mother,
Singing sonorously in hope of the future to come,
If the claws of the eagles could be outrun.


Blind eaglets listening intently,
Pecking for their swift mother,
Believing in faith of the dinner to come,
For the chicken liver is such a wonderful dish.


The chicken are hopeful with hope,
So they run and run and run to live.
The eaglets believe in faith,
So, they eat and eat and eat to live.


Hope and faith in life abound,
The Moses rod of small and great men.
The two ends of poverty and richness.
Words so close, yet so contradicting.


Hope is meant for people not living in grace,
In it abounds that doubtful word 'might'.
Faith is for people already living in grace,
In it lives that certain word 'must'.


Those who hope keep hoping till eternity,
Those with faith remove mountains with a command.
But then my grandfather used to tell me:
'Always believe and have faith in yourself and hope for a glorious future'.


Perhaps papa was right,
Perhaps papa was wrong,
But his grandson choose faith,
And leave hope be for the hopefuls.

Submitted: Monday, July 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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