Poetry: The Concealed One

The queen of heaven treads the earth.
Incarnate, 1989.
Yes, Wisdom is my name. 
Indeed the South is my plain. 
Father, Son, and Me!

For those who question my orientation,
Yes, check the scriptures, I AM a she!
Clothed with the sun 
a crown upon my head
only a fraction are awaken to my whispers.

Light brown skin.
Deep-eyed within. 
Assuredly, the throne is my home. 
The time is now ripe
Yes, the wilderness envelopes me
Why is it that you cannot see?

Open your eyes! 
Turn around and see,
my divine ones are side by side.
The time is now ripe,
the earth is now gripe.
Turmoil spreads like venomous gangrene.

Minds are intercepted, 
the bitter star has interjected,
darkness now covers the world.
A master of deception, he fools many with his lies.
His thirst for blood, insatiable.
His pursuance of me, unbreakable

Yet in 2027 you shall see!

Bathabile Masilela