Her Radiance

Unfolds like lotus shields
That keep at bay the hounding dark.
Unbridles wildness, yields
The fire of the matriarch.

Shatters heavy chains
That hold the armies in the depth.
They rise from buried veins,
Reclaim the realms and conquer death.

Away the winter falls
As buds of spring sing in her light,
And carpet highs and lows
With boundless beauty infinite.

Her radiance restores,
The memoirs of an august reign.
Her radiance bestows
A crown of glory everlasting!

— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2024)