Composing Poetry Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It is not my fault that I choose silence
Rather than thinking through every word
Silence thinks for me
Every word is selected in mystery
Every syllable distilled by the Spirit
Every poem is a gift
Handed over to me
In the most amazing way

Poems are slipped into my heart
By the hands of mystery
The hands of silence
Are mysteriously smooth
Not even a noise
Just silence
Until the last word is assembled

Composing poetry is not a logical event
It is full of mystery
It is mystery
Only the Soul
Knows the truth
Behind every poem
Its root and stem
Is buried deep in mystery

I am only an empty vessel
To decipher the poem
And hand it over to the world
Poetry is a gift to humanity
A mirror to cast light into our lives
And unveil the true essence of life
For me, poetry is the language of God
And Silence is His voice
And Love is His Majestic face

Inspired by my friend Benedixio Moore Khoti