GOD

I am the man rising from the ashes of darkness, 
The voice of awakening calling from the sheath of blackness,
The mind, the soul, the idea, the thought caught up in oneness,
The truth, the light, the love, the wisdom of selflessness,
'Darkness is not evil, it is the beauty of nightness'.
I have mused through worlds and worlds of universes,
Flashes of injustice, illusions of reality is the order of this existence,
A hunter's bow, a hunter's arrow is the emblem of this habitation of sorrows,
'In the holding of the creator, is life and perfection',
Man is just tears, sweat and blood.

Toiling the evils of day,
In sweat he taste honey of its sweetness,
Illusioned by religious dogmas,
In tears is his prayer to the gods of his beingness,
Conned by democracy, politics,
In blood is his struggle to survive the life race,
Pressing the flesh for opportunities sake,
Man is just tears, sweat and blood.

MORNING COMES

morning comes
it comes for me
and gently I am nudged
for morning hour wishes
me for company
and my spirit yields
to the morning hour
that lets all others sleep
and drains my form
as I lament and weep 

over and over the words
it plays and dances in my mind
and keeps my body in restless state
and this the hour I often dread
the lonliness of ones mind I hate

But I this time turn thoughts to God
and try to sort through the maze
of all the troubled thoughts
that morning brought my way
and desire the bed where sleep I ought

no tiny white aids I to sleep
for they have had their chance
and now my mind it will pace
lonely up dark halls back and forth
as my mind it continues race

and morning becomes a little brighter
with each and every passing hour
but no rest is in sight
for this body that now is weary
so I will focus on God's true light

and know that this time, it will pass
and that I am not alone
and look only upwards from my bed
towards the truth ignoring
the stirrings found in my head

A Letter from Kabwata: Christians Eating Grass?

A Letter from Kabwata: Christians Eating Grass?