Open Arms
By: Matenneh – Rose L. Dunbar
It took many soft hearts like flying cotton
That welcomes the broken and in pains
Room and board for a common stranger
With no known story of if a ghost or real
Good hearts brought forth a blissful union
Free to many weary meals fixed with prays
As was told they reflect a good Samaritan
Open Arms
It will not take away from you but raise
That perfumes a desolate desperate soul
Room for wisdom free just desire humility
Wither quickly as vapor for failure to learn
Goodness as grease flows perpetually
Freedom looms richly near airy fingers
Appease any with a warm wide welcome
Open Arms
Discourage But Not Defeated
By: Matenneh – Rose L. Dunbar
Have the zest to be a force to compete with
Faint from the shame that played out before
Let it loose for you are not the first to stumble
Ears fill of the echoes of the many versions
Still and focused to make the win before all
Will not easily let go of my dreams plus wants
Surely…..Discouraged But Not Defeated
Got energy to trample those nagging pests
Some with fans of wicked edges that wounds
Luring innocent hearts so frail not to rise again
Set back by chance still too weak to stand up
Enlightened by a touch so divine it lifts higher
Shall not be dissuaded by the market place noise
Purely….Discouraged But Not Defeated
Morning Mist
By: Matenneh – Rose L. Dunbar
Morning Mist
Refreshing gust of heavens dew
Soothing the age lines of yesterday
On my color coated working face
The cool morning rain sprinkled
Moist stringed droplets right on me
A glass hand that hangs on the wind
Doused my day in calm and beauty
I glee for the chance to fell the Master
Morning Mist
REFLECTION ON THE LIFE OF ARCHBISHOP WILLIAM NAH DIXON
By Togba-Nah Tipoteh
You, ArchBishop William Nah Dixon
A Godly Son
Hailed from the County of Rivercess
As a Child of God and nothing less
The Rivercess of people
Who are in body feeble
Because they smell their wealth
Torturing their daily health
Yet they do not taste their wealth
To build up their daily health
Yes, the people do not taste
What few others use as waste
This too is the Country called Liberia
With all of its malaria
The Country of Smell No Taste
Where big shots are in no haste
To end the massive poverty
That is still Liberia's reality
Then enters you, ArchBishop William Nah Dixon
A Rivercess Son
With a running vision
Set on a burning vision
Not for yourself
But for otherself
Starting a long time ago
Exactly some fifty years ago
You built the School for the Deaf and Dumb
While few others damaged Liberia with their bomb
Seeing the people starving
When few others were greeding
You, ArchBishop William Nah Dixon
A Rivercess Son
Set out to Feed The People
No matter how feeble
Then the Civil War came
With no better name, it came
And made Liberia worse
Giving Liberia a curse
Then you, ArchBishop William Nah Dixon
> A Patriotic Rivercess Son
Joined hands with other patriotic Liberians
Taking action together as Muslims and Christians
To put an end to the Civil War
With the people saying NO MORE WAR
WE WANT PEACE
PEACE WITHOUT CEASE
You, ArchBishop William Nah Dixon
A Peaceful Rivercess Son
Set on a Peace Mission
Directly by your Godly Vision
Spoke on the radio wave
With the voice to you that God gave
This was the voice of the people
No matter how feeble
The voice that brought Liberia to a standstill
Without any violent societal ill
On January 10, 1997
With Blessings from Heaven
Opening up the People's Gate
Bringing in Liberia's most democratic event to date
As over one million Liberians stayed home
They were no where in the streets to roam
They stayed home, voting for peace over war
And the Civil War ended, as we all saw
Now, let us memorialize ArchBishop William Nah Dixon
A Patriotic Rivercess Son
By taking action together for justice
Without any form of prejudice
Because it is only justice that brings peace
The peace that comes without cease
