I have often stumbled upon a gravel of valuable jewels
Most of which by purpose
While a porch of it by chance
While I’m using it by lack of resolve and cling to purpose
The time has come to weigh and value the purpose
The purpose of the find or wanton gatherer
What I resolved to do frightens the pants,
Causes dangerous confusion and lengthens the hazardous voyage
Now the rough waves have knocked the lights out of my reverie
Or comfort zone if I may call it
Alas, and thanks to the hard knocks I have reached a decision to let go of the jewels
And be a super conduit to the smelter
Perhaps that’s the purpose that I will lie down for the flow of life to Jerusalem not Damascus
That I should endure because that’s my destination to comfort and happiness
Grateful to the almighty that I would be the key that unlocks the door to paradise
The lazy ones could at least be in the comfort zone
Just because they resort between me and the Garden of Eden
Great comfort that I have not let it happen through the bulge and burst out by resolve and purpose
N Nkuna,16 January 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem