The gale blows away layers
of footprints’ imprints on the sand.
But your story and mine will always be there.
The spirit of the Kimberley land witnesses all happenings.
Your passion and dedication as custodians
for the community’s creative spirit will stand
the test of time and overwhelm the look of envy
that contrives to wreak havoc on your deed
to claim power that is utterly devoid of glory,
working under the guise of seamless bureaucratic orderliness.
The light shines on the pure of heart
armoured as a self effacing selfless noble warrior
that will bring a glimmer of light in this heart of darkness
like an oasis found in the dreariness of wasteland,
like an enchanting orchid sprouting
from hidden cracks in the dry expanse of the desert.
Be not afraid to heed the whisper in your soul.
Your life story will be brushed with the colour of valour,
and as you walk the walk, divine grace will be a flickering
candle to enlighten your way in the valley of contested space.