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Ashes for Gold Dust

Why does it have to get bad before it gets good?
When it’s bad what’s the guarantee it shall be well,
When we toil and struggle in our personal hell,
Why does it look like there’s no end in sight?

Why aren’t we all born with a golden spoon,
Have our lives served to us on a silver platter,
Sip on champagne and caviar all day long,
When we get served our daily bread, why no butter?

Why does a Phoenix have to rise from ashes?
Why not in all its glory rise from gold dust,
For a creature of such majestic beauty,
Surely, a grand entrance should be a must.

But one of  my mentors, he said;

“It is the law of nature,
Fruits have to rot before seed
Can be served to the earth for growth,
A mother has to labor before birth”

So when I struggle up these steep hills and life lashes,
When the sweat on my brow mingles with all the dust,
When all that is good around me is but a pile of ashes,
I'll tell myself, at the top, I’ll exchange it for gold dust.

*****May 18, 2012*****

Thank you Kodjo for those inspiring words this morning

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