To whom the sky gives praise,
let my eyes prostrate before
this eminence my heart has found,
one who,
makes me king,
I sit on the throne
of the milky way,
darkness parts,
and I sparkle far whiter
than purity
My mist was midgety,
but she came,
and I beheld glamour,
she held me tight,
and the lullaby of her arms,
made me tall,
till the galaxies became my footstool
My heart says this,
on the radio of revelation,
because it has known a truth,
that can never be hidden,
its laughter rose to mighty superciliousness
and my mind,
succumb to the wonder
of your name,
your magnificence
and the peace you blessed me with.
By Kakraba Afful