Words Of Praise From Another World Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Words Of Praise From Another World



These handlebars of a bicycle
That goes down the road on its own.
The cyclist with hands in the air.
You who has a beehive hairdo
So round it is that of a Zulu woman,
Whose red lips are like the beak
Of the smallest bird on the tree,
That sucked nectar out of every flower,
And spread it as far as the eye can see,
Leaving pollen powdering the air.

This daughter of ours that bathes in milk,
Whose ears shine in the sun,
That appears and draws out laughter,
Even out of the saddest person.

She who rules with the tail of a horse,
Swatting fungus out of the air,
Making life more of what it is,
This spirit of the people of the land.

The tallest shrub that graces the land,
This orchid so yellow it raises things,
Up skyward when they are lying down,
This sinless, sinful member of ours,
That the clan of those who came from afar,
Gave us.

This handle of the walking stick
Cut out from herbal trees that are bitter sweet,
That came from across the blue oceans long ago,
And rubbed into us its bitterness
When we did not know that in bitterness,
Lies the power of the herbs that heal the land.

Thursday, November 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,longing,love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I find it difficult to translate metaphors across cultures. I have tried to write my praises, the poem my grandmother wrote for me. She died when I was five. Whenever I appeared in crowds she would recite this poemuntil I sit down near her. Missing her has made me rewrite on this site, hoping people who share such an experience can enjoy what love can do.
Barry Unalov says that:
a) such people saw 'us as we were and rejoicing in our own special personhood, not because it was s0 superior or gifted, bot because it caused such worry or fear, but simply because it was. They were glad in us, glad for what wer were, and communicated to us their grateful joy of acceptance at the most basic level. This kind of acceptance makes life exciting because when we are met and greeted in this way we feel real, alive and delighted to be our own self. Praying for the soul of such persons, in death as in life, releases into life a fullness of gratitude for their existence. We pray for their joy, their salvation, their immediacy to divine presence, their being at-the-core in whatever form resurrected life exists for them.'

I needed to save these words so that I can reread these words when I rework this poem. Enjoy and think about important people in your life.
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