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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Justus Cyril E. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.