Our Unstable Hearts Poem by Stella Adaeze Ogwatta

We head for the stables
The place where we strip
Our easily moved hearts
Of pride, bitterness and envy.
This lowly King lay among dry hay and straws
But still gets to irk the king on the throne to envy.
Where he lays, he reminds us of our lowest
And he strips us of our own shame,
Embracing them.

This lowly King
Is all the inspiration our hearts need
To remain stable,
When our stars go bright or dim.
He saves us from drowning
Too much into the temporary illusion
This lowly place brings.

Among the straws and hay lay
A royal priesthood- where our bloodline begins.