The Roots Poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

The Roots

The roots, from which grew heaven and earth,
Unbroken power of life prevails; its worth,
Emptied its seeds in the soils of life at birth
Without touch, the spoken words
Of the mind, in abysmal stillness
Like colors of the moon, my sight it takes,
The voice of the music, my ear it takes,
The tenderness of the soul, my heart it shakes,
The grandest source to the force, I dwell
And who, of imagination, nature shall tell?
As the root falls, touch and emotions as well
Our souls shall fly, our touch as well,
Our roots shall firm to their tree as well,
Their long journey browses through, my ears can tell,
In cloudless dreams, harmless souls they jell,
By the roots, from which grew heaven and earth,
Unbroken power of life prevails; it’s worth
Before the eyes of many, like words
Of a silent child at birth.

Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
Poem: 'The Roots'
Book: 'Soul Seeds'
December 2013, USA.