The Seeds were buried deep
by
Matthew Mokoena
The Seeds were buried
deep…
Six days labour with
harboured heaves,
Rolled up sleeves,
No sleep, grief, nor
partial reprieve.
Deep…
From spoken word metaphors
that big banged metal doors to settle scores,
Deep, hanging,
Pendulum swinging
statements that cradled life.
Deep…
“LET THERE BE…”
lived long before the light could even breath.
Deep…
Is just a matter of mortal
perception,
To God, we remain shallow
in our stolen expressions.
For God is the Artist and
we are the Artwork,
God is the Artist and we
are the Artwork.
The Seeds were buried
deep…
The Sower with 10 seeds,
Five wise and without
light the other five bleed.
The river gushes as it
rushes the blind lead,
So one seed decides he
must leave.
Two flourish,
One is the farmer that
pockets his one talent, his one need.
One is a warrior,
A poet with words spoken
blantly.
A lost sheep that must
lead does so blindly,
Like some of these poets,
their words caught in the briers or thorn trees,
But what happens to a
poets’ pens seed.
The Seeds were buried
deep…
A neighbour is he who
leads to see the captives set free.
A captain Samaritan,
Of waterless ships that
sail through the harmattan.
Winds that lick the desert
dry are bound to return again.
These chosen few…
Poets jump into the heat
wave with life jackets to resuscitate the surface,
But the Seeds were buried
deep,
So in attempts to reach
the source our words diverge,
Receding farther and
farther from the truth.
These poets’ words won’t
save you,
Chains hanging from jeans
are symbolic,
Their words will enslave
you.
To know yourself,
You first need to concede
to the fact that there are things which you do not know,
That faith breaches the
gap between the known and the unknown
And the known cannot be
unknown,
But the unknown can be
known
And this truth you have to
own with your soul.
For you were predestined
to catch the echo of the spoken word in Genesis,
And although you were not
always willing,
You’ve always been an
active participant in God shaping your destiny.
Although you were not
always willing,
You’ve
always been an active participant in God shaping your destiny.
