Poetic Dialectic Poem by Wojja Fink

I sat upon a chair it could have been a couch
The questions that he asked made the mind go ouch

That’s below the surface where folk don’t often ask
You want to see my soul by questioning my mask?

This mask is just a cover fashioned in my youth
I had to make it fit, believing no one knew the truth

So all my life’s been dancing to a song called only me
It gets a bit uncomfortable when a wise man comes to tea

What is it he knows that makes him so at ease?
Sir won’t you tell me kindly I’ll write anything you please

Is there such a thing as truth that satisfies the soul?
Have you the missing piece to make the puzzle whole?

Words sparkled like the sun as though from ancient times
And the world within the mind lay still unwrapped in rhymes

All my thoughts unravelled rivers became the sea
And the only missing part was the fool who could not see

You only have to look you are the missing part
The sound of all is heard in the ear of the heart.

So if you meet a wise man invite him home for tea
And be joyful in the Lord, without the fool called me.