A poem by John Pule

Be generous with your life
drink rain from the heavens,
not from the cup of uncertainty
There are moons that create shadows
that you have journeyed
and are about to journey again.
There are suns that illuminate
doorways and enter the house
of the imagination, furnishing
the rooms with memories
and unfaltering
beauty from Gods.
You have seen a beautiful stone
and the songs that come from it
will always wait for you.

Wake up

I can see the people waking up
slowly, one by one
eyelids lifting, hearts beating
to the sound of the same drum
No anger, no fear
but peace and calm
and sorrows from the past are gone
closer now to the truth
a long journey taken with care
giving thanks along the way
to the ones who stayed near
and to the beggars and fighters
forgiveness for their sins
for sin is merely going astray
from the one path that is clear