Revelation Of Serendipity Poem by refilwe ranape

Does she, doesn’t she, know herself, her needs, her desires, her wants?
Her true self exposed, peace within reigns;
Contentment still far from reach; the tone in her voice says;
Her world is occupied by another entity, may be not?
Her journey just began, how long will it last?

Deep in thoughts, she lives her life of discovery;
For she is not there yet, where she wants to be;
Where she longs to be, with her who she wants to be with;
She has found her sanctuary in him, whom will lead her to her destiny;
Him, who shelters her, him who knows her thoughts, her needs, her desires, her wants;
Him, who will deliver her to Eternity;

Him will deliver her into the hands of Shiloh, be small and flimsy the hands maybe, these are strong hands;
Power invested in them from puberty, power from above;
Strong hands, but cracked, demented by three six annuals of brick laying, stone casting never end, and yet safe these hands are;

Somewhat softer, tender hands she chose, and the misery has just began;
Mutually it has, hearts pierced, hemorrhage unstoppable without a dropp visible, the pain is silent;
Ndi ne Phupho, ndi ne phupho, ndi ne phupho, andiyodwa.....