Provision Of A Staple Diet Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Provision Of A Staple Diet



And nobody knows why it is so
with everything under heaven.

(I'm sick, I have this kind of a rusty throat,
I feel like I've got flu, I think I've got flu) .

I was looking at something yesterday
and it caused me to marvel at a view of a lot of things.

We were sitting in the sun,
we as a group of men, looking ot this guy
who calls himself prophet
He says he knows about heaven and knows about God,
and they have been working as prophets from five generations before -
I don't know how,
and these guys actually know stuff about God,
and they keep insisting that people write down their prayer requests,
and they would kind of patronizing these people like...
they would give them an idea of what to write about -
like you'd write about a job,
you'd write about a car,
a house, a home,
they're talking cattle and all that *#+%$.
They were talking about money, basically
(things that you can acquire for money)

As I'm sitting there I'm also trying to think the same,
and then in some funny way I kind of figure this,
that them and I, perhaps don't have the same God.
If you come to think about it -
why would all of us...?
there was about 250 people sitting there...
why would 250 people sit at a place and all think the same?
- All have the same need?

The same need can be catered for by the system
because the physical system - the physical system -
if you look at the way the physical system is working -
it provides staple diet, people buy until the they run out.
The government does not fail to provide staple diet
because it is everybody's basic need.
Now, would God fail to provide, just provide,
on the basic prayer item when it seems to be a staple
on the other side of a living dimension?
Then like that God would not be a responsible or
an intelligent business man.
We really don't know what it is the guy is doing,
he's probably running a business,
he provides all the services.
Then providing or creating a permanent answer for the basic prayer -
I think it would save a lot of spontaneously dispensed resources.

It's really funny because, sitting there,
I'd be thinking about a totally different thing,
and listening to those people,
who can speak to God,
talk about such little stuff as buying a car...
among all those 250 people...
nobody thinks about asking God to give them
the mind to know how to create a more efficient engine
than the one they want to drive.
It's some kind of a blessing.

What would happen - if you are going to ask yourself -
if you were to take, let us say perhaps,
an American president or a British president
to an organization like that,
where they have these guys that know how to speak to God:
they insist on people to forward
their prayer requests they want to take to heaven...
what would happen if they American president
were to get there and speak directly to this guy
who knows how to speak to God?
What kind of a request do you think the guy would make?
It would probably be... okay.
It would obviously be something that has to do with global domination
or universal domination
or the domination of everything that has a being,
but our people...
they're still too far from waking up.

It's one of those days
when they are really deep.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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