8 October 2019

Belief, a poem by Rethabile Masilo

Until we believe the world, we know no truth,
we are without peace, nothing lights our faces,
we are devoted to standard living, we have
a deep need inside to weep.
If we could gather stars from the sky, charm them—
not into impossible forms—with our hands,
into a meaning which they know,
why they blink at us in wonder—mould them
to understand what goes on in our heads,
build a generation of brightness out of them,
we would linger in the power of their eyes,
and know what they think of our world.

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