It Is Not A Mistake Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Gathering the pieces of the human soul
Poets have been called to make sense of the mystery
They have been given permission to enter the womb of life
Not to be fascinated by human suffering or the ecstasy of Love
But to unlock the deepest meaning of sorrow, joy and peace
Poets are looking under the fabric of existence
To try and answer these difficult questions
That even science has not attempted to answer
It's the nature of life to unfold the cord of mystery
To pour sorrow on the pavement of life
And let the tears flow
Or to pour love on the heart of humanity
And make a recipe for compassion
It is the mandate of the Poet
To dissect the fibres of existence
And reveal the true vessel of life
Not out of curiosity do poets stumble upon Love
Poets have been given the gift of sight
Not the kind of sight that is full of blindness
It's the ocean of awareness that paves their path
From ancient times, poets have whispered about Love
In their dreams and in their makeshift worlds
Poets have always pointed to this mysterious aspect of life
As the cause of joy, sorrow and all of life's rhythms
Love is the divine presence inside the affairs of Man
Without Love, man is inarticulate and incapable of making the right decisions
Without Love, humanity is an infestation of wickedness
A pandemic of selfishness
A house of pain, loneliness and hopelessness
It is not a mistake that Poets exist
To remind humanity that the substance of their being is unconditional Love
To Love is to fulfil the agenda of humanity inside the divine mystery
To Love is to thrive outside the perimeter of materialism
To Love is to exist beyond the boundary of science and technology
To Love is to comprehend the divine mystery
And embrace the divine presence
To Love is to exist inside the mystery
God is the mystery
God is Love
Love is the divine mystery
That we are sent here on earth to find, understand and enjoy
Like an oasis in the desert
Love is the water of the spirit

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