MeeK Soul

By Chris Commodore © 2024

Meek soul I am.
I’ll wait for you;
No, wait on you.
Always, I’ll serve.
When your spirit fades,
I’ll be here forever.
Wherever transplanted;
Yes here, there, everywhere,
Where you’ve killed off your brother,
Your wife, your kin and mother.
Yes, I will BE here,
Ready with my own spirit,
Surviving with grit,
Soaring high like the eagle.