Words So Beautiful

I am not blessed with the oracle's mouth I was given the heart of Silence To pierce through the dense cloud of fear And obliterate the hard shell of the egocentric self I am not a self-propelled grenade But a spiritual serenade A beautiful existence thrown into your life I will not fight you with swords I will heal you with words Don't look at me with your beautiful eyes It is your heart I'm after Be my companion as a travel through the tumultuous terrain of life Let me listen to your heart beat And be intoxicated by your humility I want to taste your compassion And be at peace inside your beautiful spirit May your love be my breakfast, lunch and dinner ©Kenneth Maswabi