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Mamphekgo Calvin Makotanyane Poem
The last mile of the way
It is a matter of must
To all and sundry,
Each and every man-jack
Has to walk it.
It is the real moment in deed
For one has to say, “Goodbye”
To those he loves.
One has to put down all his loads
And face the reality of time.
Blessed is the man
Who walks on camino real with the Lord.
Cursed is the peregrinator who peregrinate alone,
Who promenade Lordlessly.
The rich man blundered
To hell he was taken
For his life has been peripatetic and perfidious.
Confessions he tried
But confessions failed.
Remember, longest is the night
That is not followed by the day.
No matter how long the night
The day is sure to come.
With His cross on His shoulders
This mile the Lamb travelled,
Sinless and spotless the teacher was
And God the Almighty on His side He stood.
The impenitent Judas also travelled it
The mile was tough and dolorous
For his sins were accompanying him,
Suicide and sheol were his penultimate end.
Fight panophobia and euphorbia
With rectitude and optimism for heavenly opulence,
With clear conscience and faith in Him
Walk through the narrow door
Before the Master closes.
The writing is on the wall
“God shows no favouritism”
Let us travel this mile
With no wrinkle and spot
For this mile takes us
Into the hands of the Omniscious One.
Where our tears will be removed by Him,
Where there is eternal rest
Where there is no sorrows,
Neither death nor sicknesses.
Copyright © Mamphekgo Calvin Makotanyane | Year Posted 2011
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Mamphekgo Calvin Makotanyane Poem
What is Love?
Love is a gift from the Omniscious One
It makes two to become one
And has power to build
What the evil one has destroyed.
It is a fruit worth nurturing,
A treasure worth dying for
And armour worth putting on.
The scorching heat of the sun
Failed to fade it away.
In the midst of rough rude sea
Love keeps its head above the waters.
It has hands to feed the hungry foes,
Eyes to see the troubled hearts,
Heart to welcome the encroaching avaricious enemy
And feet to visit the stubborn outcasts.
The despised poor clothed in love
Is richer than the richest
Clothed in their ill-gotten riches.
When others speak justice
Love speaks mercy and grace
And forgives before the guilty asks for it.
So…. Treasure it like a rare diamond
Keep it as the apple of your eye
And Life shall always salute you.
Copyright © Mamphekgo Calvin Makotanyane | Year Posted 2011
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