Journey To Haven Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Wither shall we go and make our way?
So slick and flick the movement dashing through in this strange thoroughfare.

Thrown suddenly into existence,
the scramble begins- but,
unknown to what end the being.

Seeking tranquility of the soul we journey,
in search of peace for the mind; that
Rest to a troubled heart of worries brought.

Death unto mortals give, and
life by the Supreme retaineth_ leaving
Man in quest to conquer his illusions.

A mystery beyound imagination
who can comprehend the mind of the Supreme?
Who like a puzzle is laid for man to crack.

His is the haven set abode.
Shield from the noisome pestilence-
down upon the mortals looketh with a mother's eye.

But man in foolishness dwelleth.
Blinded by his lust he striveth-
only at a pace to get crumbled.

Wisdom of the ancient calleth.
Set before thee is that journey
where tranquility seek for the soul,
thou shall attain