Golden beams, a day breaks softly,
doves slow calling, summer's ripe.
Joy kept silent peers out slowly,
gingerly I take a chance.
Days in Africa rise gracefully,
a woman with a baby upon her back.
Home, home my heart says shyly,
leave me here in rubbled place.
Shining on the sun covers mielies,
open plains and dusty towns.
Each day a heave with burdens,
dense and rich her hollow cry.
Scattered stories bake in daylight,
dirty feet beat heat in time.
Dignity so torn no mention,
life's long day a ruthless climb.
I wake on this new morning,
back once more in the place I was born.
God help me to do your work here,
to carry hope, to grow, be kind.