In Between Hope And Hopelessness Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It's not the carpet underneath my feet
Or the sky above my head
That holds me still
It's the Silence within
That gives me courage to sip from the cup of peace
I am constantly battered by the winds of time
Shaking the stem of my being
Like it's hurricane season
I am tossed to and fro
Between certainty and uncertainty
The escalating covid-19 disease mortality
Pushes me closer to hopelessness
But then I am made of Faith, Hope and Love
I cannot change the contents of my being
I can only pray for calm
The spirit in me is not shaken
The mind, body and soul are sticking together
Even in these difficult times
It's the spiritual contents of my being
That hold the banner of hope
I am fully undressed of fear
And all of my being is submerged in hope
The substance of life is a mystery
But then I am submerged in mystery
The tentacles of time and space
Are totally subdued
And the tabernacle of my being
Holds nothing but Silence
God is the Mystery, the Silence and the Hope
Who am I to stand in between me and Him?

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