A VOICE FROM THE DEAD by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
I heard it
in my sleep
calling me softly.
It was
my mother
speaking from her grave.
My son!
there is no heaven
above the clouds.
WHAT!
Yes, Heaven is in your heart.
God is no picture
With a snow-white beard.
WHAT!
Yes, God is
that crippled beggar
sprawling at the street corner.
There is no hell burning
with sulphur and brimstone.
WHAT!
Yes, Hell is
the hate flickering
in your eye.
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