Empty And Filled Poem by Didier Sixte Kahungu

Is this the place to find time
To write empty words
In a room full of shine
Could I have lacked words
To address you
Had I paid attention to the song
That cried “Let your glory come back”

Strange languages are spoken
In this house I called my sanctuary
What hath they that I contain not
Bowing down they find reasons to
Scream they do loud
I still find time to write

Praise your name I forgot the heaviness of
Emptiness too heavy and wide to allow other

Intense praise give tears to orphans
Strange laughter in lips of hope
How could it be
That I just look
And know not how to play part
In the sight of my family

I been there before
The way to you I have learnt
I remember not how
The same vessel you once filled
Know you how to anymore?

So empty I am
Nothing except the scheduled
And Light A-B-C birds slogan in the morning
That I still find time to write

His praise much higher than echo of chirp
His sound swifter than melody of song than sadden
His beauty artificial dare not clone
His limits fiction imagine not

I still find time to write
Nothing I would before
I still find time to write
Observe and wonder
I still find time to write
Watch and stare
I still find time to write
Hear and not listen
I still find time to write
Look and not see
I still find time to write
Exist and not Be
I still find time to write
Smile and not love