Entrusted To Us This Greatness Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Have we seen the truth
About this great world
Entrusted to us, full
Of wonders we marvel
At daily when we look
Into the eyes of another
And see them reflected
In there like there is
A mini world that says
Are you a creator or
Creatress?

These hands that can
Hold clay and mix it
With sticks and turn
It into a wonder by
Folding and enfolding
Something in it, and can
Turn a dream into a
Nightmare and back
Again.

For bursting in you is
This fountain that never
Stops spitting holy images
Into a pool that ripples
And ripples still reflecting
Back to you that you are a
Part of this. For you were
Not born on a Sabbath that
People argue should be wasted
And not used to make
More as is the motto
Of our capitalist world.

View the hands and their
Lines as miles you will
Walk without touching a
Stirring wheel for if you
Stir it, it stagnates, but
Just see yourself as an ant
Inside your hand on the
Journey of discovery for
They were made for this
Thing.

Catch it the stigma is
So good even if they said
It back at you that you are
A person on the look out
For images that come into
The chamber called your mind
You would still get the
Crown that you deserve for
The world would be better
For it. So be stigmata and
stigmatize yourself with pride
And call yourself and son
Or daughter of one who
Has seen the greatness
Not just with a glimpse
But a touch for the ant
Told you so when it crawled
On your hand carrying parcels
That it would leave for
posterity.