It is to me arrived
Faustin YAVO 1961 (Casamance)
A day of fasting and prayers happened to me
to hear a soft whisper
like a voice that I had inside me
and which said to me deeply:
If you took the time to listen to yourself.
You would know that I prefer your cabins by the water to all your tanks!
You would know that I prefer
your hymns sung in chorus
in the heart of the churches, and not all your philosophies, and their winds of madness, your high towers of Babel and their great citadels which enclose and kill your humanity!
It happened to me on a day of fasting and prayer that I heard sweet words that said in depth:
If you took the time to listen to yourself!
Men would no longer wage wars.
Hell would waver.
On earth, the deserts would green up.
The hunger would flee.
Your happiness would be immense.
But you take the time I give you to destroy everything!
You take the time
that I give you to destroy you !
About this poem
In this piece, Faustin Yavo shares an introspective experience where he stresses the importance of listening to oneself. He suggests that neglecting to do so might lead to the destruction of our happiness and humanity. A day of fasting and prayers led him to hear a soft inner voice prompting self-reflection. The voice expressed a preference for simplicity and authenticity, such as small cabins by the water and heartfelt hymns, over grandiose philosophies, towers of Babel and large citadels that can limit and harm human nature. The voice argued that if people took the time to listen to themselves, they would abstain from war, transforming deserts into green lands and eliminating hunger, leading to immense happiness. However, the voice also lamented how people misuse the time given to them, leading to destruction and self-harm. more »
Written on December 10, 2023
Submitted by faustinyavo7 on December 10, 2023
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Scheme | abaaCx bxa xCxbxaxxxx |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 872 |
Words | 184 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 3, 10 |
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