THE GUARDIANS OF OUR INNER AND OUTER LIGHT

Back-to-back beneath the sun,

Two hearts rest where wild winds run.

One roars with courage, one hums with grace -

Together they guard this sacred place.

With beads that bind in colors bright,

They wear their friendship in the light.

And deep within, a flame does gleam -

A quiet strength, a sacred beam.

Let no harsh voice, no shadowed fear,

Crush the light we hold so dear.

For in that glow, our truth is spun -

Our guardians rise, one by one.

The seeds were sown for this post when I talked about the student teachers visiting our school when I was about 12. They introduced themselves by wearing traditional clothing and gave  talks while showing their own slides of home on the classroom projector. One of these students was from Africa, and she wore something very similar to this. I remember being in awe of not only her clothing but listening to her beautiful accent as she spoke about where she came from. I always wanted to visit Africa, but I doubt it will ever happen now. I am being realistic. 

That memory revisited, sent me on my latest curiosity journey. I watched a YouTube video, by chance, showing orphaned lion cubs, who years later met the original caretakers who rescued them. They had never forgotten them and it was always heartwarming to see their joyful reunions, human and animal still best friends.

Graphics and poetry created on Copilot with prompts from me.