Ardent clues past date forlorn
The breeding ground for burdened beds
Commit to only sacred rites
That spell out how lost souls are fed
Forego mulled, mystic fair delight
The sky that melts beneath the day
Returns in shades of blackest night
And burns the sea with blistered breezes
Wood drums keep beat the tempo drone
Steep mountain climb in Fiji time
And find the village Kese nestled
Quaint along calm, turquoise waters
Bula Bule! Much vanaka!
Gracious giving godly host
Opened doors and opened minds
Invite a white man’s rich encumbrance
Ova, let the rains poor down!
Blessed in faith and forthright truth
You’ll grow to be an upright man
I pray someday to bear the witness
Wayalailai cast upon me
Scores I’ve never bargained for
Trade winds begin the day’s delight
As afternoons croon hammock lounging
And as the sun sets over beaches
Strewn with white sand sparkling shoreline
I stand in awe of all creation
Knowing well there is a God.
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