Africa called
You heard and came
You fell in love with Africa
You stroked her rough grass
Planted African trees
In her dry earth
Wept at her confusion an anger
You gave Africa your heart and found
Amitabha
Africa did not expect you
Made no preparation
Did not show her
company face
sneered, ignored you
even beat you
Them as you rose to leave
Suddenly
Africa fell in love
with you
Our Amitabha
Don’t go….
- Master Hui Re
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