Kenneth Maswabi
Rescued by the hands of Silence
In my makeshift burrow
There were no ordinary troubles
The dark clouds was hanging low
A blitzkrieg of thunderous thoughts
Occupied the whole of my mind
Peace was not a predetermined condition
I was ambushed while I was resting my soul
On the softest pillow of peace
It was like a tornado has entered my world
Shattering the windows to my soul
All my peace and hope were blown to smithereens
I could not believe my eyes
Looking in the mirror of hopelessness
I was a ghost inside the walls of this tormented world
I was hospitalized inside the ruins of hope
It was not actually a sad day, the sun was shining and birds were
singing
But i was miserable beyond words
Like minced meat, I was a heap of shredded existence
Then, I remembered my heart
It has always been my refuge
A beautiful shelter in desperate times
I was immediately enveloped inside the veil of Silence
Nothing could touch me from here
I was a distant speck of light
Not even the eyes of hopelessness could see me
I was inside the sacred abode of God
Where hope is served fresh
And unconditional love is a remedy for everything
I was inside the home of Silence
And everything was silent
Except for the pillar of hope
That stood erect inside my being
It was singing a beautiful song
It was the song of redemption
I was absolved from all of my fears
©Kenneth Maswabi
