A poem about the spiritual journey. |
These are the innards; The deepening; The dark and light; The dusty, musty, crusty Ignored-til-forgotten corners of the Soul Jah gave this warrior boy. Born in a protected thicket; Sheltered from the battle raging in surrounding fields; Transplanted in a quiet clearing- A stone's throw away from the grenades and bombs minefields gnawing Swiss cheese holes in the living earth around the boy with the Soul Jah gave. The sheltering bubble reflects the glow of violent fires whose penetrating heat threads sweaty crystal beads on the surface skin of this boy fighter Soul for Jah. Armed for the war, Stubborn fear nibbling at the marrow of the Soul Jah made. Distracted from the mission by shiny worthless fossils whose age gives them the allure of treasure- Cunning, crafty, artful dodger; Aged vice and snare whispering,luring; Sights set, cocked and aimed at the Soul Jah bwoy. Born from the wisdom of ancestry; Nurtured by a mother Soul of Jah; Lying covered under arms everlasting; Transported on eagle wings; Facing storms on mountain tops; Resting in the valleys; Oasised at living springs; Camouflaged by love, being everything and nothing- Fierce and tender, Shaded by day, Hidden by night- Growing from the seedling Soul Jah sowed, Into the strength Of the Soul Jah meant to become the Warrior Man. |