Things Invisible Poem by Hannington Mumo

The world is full of the things we see
But more than these are the things unseen,
An example is the wind that sweeps rain to us
And the lust that leads to things obscene.

The faith that believers so much praise
Is a thing that they neither can see nor touch,
Yet its power permeates their innermost being
And it’s a thing that they preach about so much.

And the God they worship with so much reverence
Remains unseen and yet everywhere at the same time,
He chose for himself the better option of being invisible
And gave us the lesser state of the visible grime.

The life we fear to lose at every turn
Remains a mystery to all of us,
A fluid airy thing, methinks -
The result of some omnipotent fuss.

All things that really matter cannot be seen.
What we see is unexciting physical matter
That lacks the hidden meaning of existence;
Temporal stuff such as a hill or a pig or a tatter…