The Preacher Poem by Didier Sixte Kahungu

It finally unfolds
And it`s finally told

Fertile soil conceive
The teller has told

The reflection of lit fire they surround illuminates their eyes
And a seed of hope is beared as God` s vision goes shy
To better tomorrow
Tomorrow thats wrapped by the arms of stinginess
Tomorrow that`s filled with uncertain depths
That profoundly direct our armours to fleshy aims beared by a breathy truth
That`s tomorrow

As they disperse
It finally unshackles
From the grey bottom arise green regrets

He watches
With both hope and short-sight
He smiles

He`s preached
Nothing he should learn from

The light in their huts fade
As they now dream
He stands
With all his three feet
Two of them as old as he

The truth has not offered shelter from reality

A tear drops from dimmed eyes
As he walks
The same path he has his whole life
Back in his hut
On a bed that cushions not the bumps of sweat
He seats
He prays
He smiles

He remembers
How the scarecrow kept the invader away from the grain
Forgetting to water it and leaving it for the sun to drain

Regrets are late
It`s time for supper and Hope is served
Old teeth can not chew that bait
The page is no longer blank
When its time for the last blink

God` s eye open
His shut
Wake up! the birds chirp
Welcome St Peter says
How are you my son, Jesus whispers
What have you done with the muscle I gave
I preached, Carpe Diem is what i said
Enter the pearly gate He said
Crown of wood over your head
Gold and Silver your muscle has not earned

Wake up! the little kids call
Body cold all has halt
Young tears drop
All the way back to the place of fire
They see the preacher` s tear
The sun couldnt drain
There he planted a grain

Mother is calling
It` s breakfast time
Hope is served.