African Sky

As I stood under the African sky,
With all those stars glistening and glowing
in places strange to my eyes,
I realized the nothingness the smallness of me,
The tiny piece of plankton in a wide open sea.

And I wondered how on earth I was in this far place,
And how oh how I would finish this race.
Was it true that only a few weeks ago,
I was only a normal person in a normal home?
It was an eternity ago that I slept in a bed,
That I straightened my hair or stepped in a mall.

But you know? I'm so much happier
With my skirt and my boots
Than I ever could have been
With my cellphone and tunes!

The feeling of helping people and loving them too,
Makes me wish our return date was not so soon.
And I just hope and pray that I left my mark.
That I left my little light in that ominous dark.
And suddenly this sky doesn't seem so different.
Because we're all here together and we're all on a mission.

And whether here or home we will live like we are,
those messengers and teachers still following a star.
And that beautiful African sky's now a comfort,
Of here and of home and the miles in between,
And the harvest and stories that are yet to be seen.