Peace... Be Still Poem by Justus Cyril E

Peace... Be Still

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PEACE... be STILL
As i transcend to the regions of un-Imaginable IDEAS
i widen my understanding for without it there would have been no knowledge
The knowledge of Self-determination even in the face of fear

PEACE... be STILL
As i make my shield and willed my sword
as though champion of the valiantly poor awaiting an endless conquest
to seize the Moment and bring about the consciousness of an infinite peace

PEACE... be STILL
As I pass Through a mirrored Maze and doubt the possibility of reproof
where every soul strives forward towards an enigmatic source of wisdom
contained potentially within the secret crypt in the midst of the Mundane

PEACE... be STILL
as reality is seen passing through the cosmos of knowledge and SIN
I still remain... an enigma of continental grief
born out of the tears and travail of many

PEACE... be STILL,
as vain wisdom takes our reality far into the depth of mortal aspirations
where there resides, in purity, the MINDS-EYE, in an ocean of light
glowing, as it were a sun, in the midst of the Galactic ISLE

PEACE... be STILL
as infinity ends in infinitude, spinning series of never ending degrees
taken far from the axis of time in a bid to enshrine the tempest of space
where nothingness exist in a void wrapped in the bosoms of emptiness...

PEACE... be STILL
Words of the MASTER spoken over the tide of turmoil and fear
at the gatherings of sons of GRACE subjected to the fortitude of IGNORANCE
never knowing their, Might, is established upon the wings of FIRE and ICE

PEACE... be STILL
as reality is seen passing through the cosmos of knowledge and SIN
I still remain... an enigma of continental grief
born out of the fear and sorrow of many

WHO AM I...
I still remain...
An enigma of continental grief...
Born out of the Darkness of a FERTILE LIGHT

FOR - I am an AFRICAN CHILD...
Standing in between...
The TREMBLING GUSH from a GUN
and the Silent TEARS of a SOLDIER
In the fields in SOMALIA and ETHIOPIA
where BLOOD of the 1st TERROR was SHED
and GRAINS harvested in RED...

PEACE... beSTILL

Tuesday, August 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: comforting,peace,spirituality
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 06 August 2019

A refined poetic imagination, Justus Cyril E. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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