Poem by; Alick Mushekwa®

*THE SIGHT OF THE MIND*

My eyes are blind to see what I am able to see using my mind

The optician can never understand the lenses of my brain

The mystery is beyond history; never been heard in the folk stories

A narrative without a narrator makes it sound questionable in a mind of a reader

Truths which are so bitter to be chewed; tasteful when swallowed

Facts which are so irritating to the ears, yet so digestive to the mental faculties

Stories worth to be heard and not narrated;

Truth be told; mysteries I offload before tomorrow unfolds;
I use my senses to see not my lenses; it is known as "THE SIGHT OF THE MIND"

My mind is fixed like the day of the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ

No one knows my thoughts except the inner man in the upper rooms of ideas

My blood would be of no use if not for Jesus Christ's sacrifice

My relationship with my God is Stronger than the love in sacred ties

My mouth has lost the tune of lies; my mind clear of evil thoughts like the skies

I am a winner in the Lord a loser in the world

I shall lose everything; cars, money, my beautiful wife and handsome husband

I shall go away from the earth, carrying nothing but my faith

My beautiful and handsome children shall remain

My path shall be like a footpath leading up to the streams of water

Birds sing the song "hallelujah, hallelujah!" Accompanied by mournful silence

Nature smelling life full of freedom and peace; who would dare to miss?

Let me celebrate before my time accelerates to my date of death

Let the wonderful moments pour out on my soul just like waters of life pouring out on soil

May the tree of my smart works bring forth edible fruits to the earth

May he bless the world to the brim, so we can never lack nor starve

The heavens shall open to give and disrupt every evil seed in our fields of love

Hell shall await none of us for that great torment; for the devil has done more than enough....

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