Sin (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

Why ye search the living

Among the dead?

Why ye search the wise

Among the foolish?

Why walk with the blind

When ye actually see?

So appalling the situation is

So out of place and belonging I feel

A sheep among the disobedient

Yet their sins are piled on me

The heathen still rules us

God’s presence is nowhere

Within the vicinity

Patience is the virtue

For God watches us all

There is beauty in the struggle

Because it straightens the bent rod

The slower the pace

The bigger the lesson

The brighter the future

Perfection is never guaranteed

But salvation is the surety.

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