A poetic interlude

I returned home this one day, and I felt an urge to write something. This was the result. Enjoy!

 

 

These Hands

These hands bear destiny imprinted
On the lands of my successes;
Paved on the parchments of divinity
And the endless callings from infinity.

 

These hands carry grace and righteousness,
Inscribed in the screens of heaven,
From which endless blessings flow
On the palms of my tomorrow.

 

These hands paint a life of the glory
Of an unfolding story of a legend
That has risen from inequity;
Disdaining the land of inequality.

 

These hands craft sculptures of promises not forgotten;
Dreams that are yet to be recorded.
These hands hold candles of progress;
These hands are my fortress.

 

 

Amukelani Shilubane