Listening To The Voices Of Heaven Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

My round impish face leans
Its left ear on the walls
That stopped me from hearing
The voice that says 'forgive, '
And listens harder trying to
Hear a messenger with some news,
That falls down the wall like
Water, seeping out of the top of
The rock, and coming down like
Tears, falling down my cheeks when
I have had one failure that needs
To be mended into a success in
The years when getting it right,
Was always important.

I listen and hear the leaves,
Falling quietly seen only by
My soul, for it is tired of
Screams, and wants nature to
Speak to it of heaven, for it
Is a place I hear about and
Want to go to, for the rapture
Is real, as it has me running
All the way from the genesis
Of things, all the way to the
Apocalypse, where I hear swords
Clashing. I hear thuds of fruit
Falling from the very tree of
Life, I started the journey under
as mangoes and monkey apples
Fall down, and say the angel has
Left the gate, and now I can go
In and eat and live, and be ready
For the next step.

No summers here, says the tree,
As it lets all the fruit down,
And sways in the wind that lets
Them go down, as if gravity was
Now my friend and not stopping
Me from going to its top, on wings
Invisible. Now I know why I had
To eavesdrop on nature, and its
Subtle sounds.