Ancient father by Nkateko Tshabalala

Nkateko Tshabalala | Feb 4th, 2020 | poetry | No Comments



– ‘Khazamula Johannes Tshabalala’

Ancient father of mystique,
Ancient father of creation,
A gentle soul, a loving spirit
An existence that has walked through the myths of time and
the evolution of the winds of change.
Show me the way for my own eyes are too young to see beyond time,
Teach me the words of your tongue for my own words are still riddled with confusion
Touch my thoughts with your grace and bless my existence
Teach me your dreams for my own are still impotent to conceive the truth,
Show me where to wait for wisdom so that knowledge may come to me as it
came to you,
Hold my hand and guide me through the path of my destiny, for I am still a child and my spirit is still chasing butterflies
Teach me how to listen to the secrets of the world for my own ears are still deaf to hear the voices of the rivers telling the tales of their trails
Teach me how to love as my own love is still young, restless and reckless
Show me the skies so I may know that the eyes of God are watching me,
Teach me how to dream so I may know the shrines of life where to give thanks and praises,
Show me the sunset so that I may rise up at dawn to see the face of God
Strengthen my faith with the songs of yesterday, for their words make my spirit to dance
Show me the door of the past and let me inherit the legacy of the future.

Poet Bio

Nkateko Tshabalala is a self-published author of Poetic Flair. Full bio on Poetry Potion.

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