UYIO NDOBO

UYIO NDOBO

In an attempt to enter into silence and contemplate

Upon Divine love and brotherhood of man

And experience harmony and peace profound

Needed to advance the social estate of man

I hear echoes of voices rumbling in a distance

Voices yelling in different pitches and tones

Some wailing in angry disagreement

Voices of suffering children deprived of their inheritance

And cries of dying men from wanton acts of violence

I also hear laughter of pleasant surprises

And of things cherished and longed for

Within our reach if only we can pause and think

On the import of messages we receive from the voices we hear

In this state of soundless silence, I hear in startled bewilderment

Voices needed to be heard but whose mouths can not talk

Mouths of spirit men and women who once trod the earth

Through mankind’s journey in the great sea of humanity

They talk of man’s redemption hanging in a balance

I listen beyond the spheres of sounds

Through the columns of soundless silence

Through which the reverberating voices echoed

I hear the wind blowing through time linking two worlds of realities

With messages of hope in my journey deeper into self

How can a state of soundlessness rumble as uyom ndobo

And engulf my being with penetrating silence

I turn to the guardian of conscience, the still small voice

Which I call uyio ndobo, capable of interpreting all realities

For answers to the compelling messages in the voices I hear

Do not ask for answers, it is not for you to know, I was told

The voices you hear are notes for you to take, not as poems

Lest you be restricted by scholarly rhythm and rhymes,

For the voices you hear are but reflections of thought

And with messages from the great beyond