H O W A R D   U N I V E R S I T Y

Faces & Voices 5
An Anthology
of Verse and Prose

by
the Composition
for Honours Class,
Howard University,
2000-2001.

Professor
E. R. B
RAITHWAITE

Faces & Voices 4
Art@Howard

    



“Just Live”
By Avion Gray
Major: Internat’l Business
Hometown: Port of Spain, Trinidad

The sun peeps shyly over the mountains,
A light, fresh morning chill permeates the air.
Pristine dew drops to fill endless fountains,
Birds beckon, Angels reply; a melodious rapport only they can hear.

For nine months they waited, anxious and expectant,
Then finally you came in all your wailing, screaming glory.
A dawning of hope and promise with the heartbeat of an infant,
A new day…a new life…a new chapter…a new story.

Sun and clouds battle for the sky’s enviable favour,
Streams trickle, oceans rumble to their own aquatic tune.
The day has reached its climax, ripe for you to savour,
Smell it…taste it…feel it…the wonder of high noon.

His corsage matched your dress; his charm…your finesse,
Goals are within reach now, as you battle with the best.
His ring now adorns your finger; with love true blue, you complement each other,
You’re at your peak now…wife, friend, daughter and mother.

Shadows lengthen and so do the hours,
The flutter of foliage dissipates the fading light.
His majesty, the sun, surrenders to late afternoon showers,
Bats and owls suit up to parade on the night.

They’re all grown up now, but he’s still by your side,
Your spirit and your body are at odds with each other.
It’s been thirty years, but by those vows you still abide,
Tiny tots grace your lap and call you “grandmother”

Through the still of the night…in its sepulchral serenity,
A biting wind blows to cool the last heat.
The sun has retired and stars now glow with reverent divinity,
A day has ended…it will never repeat.

You were not alone when it came; your loved ones flocked together,
As the last breath left you, you feared not the journey.
We must return to our maker; nothing lasts forever,
Love WILL survive death until eternity.

We were put here for a purpose, whether great or small,
Whenever uncertain, on HIM you must call.
Through your hopes and fears…your laughter and tears,
Have faith, for He’ll deliver you when your joyous end nears.

Take the bitter with the sweet,
Derive humility from victory…wisdom from defeat.
Someday you SHALL be free…free as a dove,
But before that day comes…you have not lived until you have LOVED.

© 2001 Avion Gray


© 2001 Howard University.
(First Published in limited print edition, An Anthology of Verse and Prose, by the Composition for Honours Class, Howard University, Spring 2001. Professor E.R. Braithwaite)
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