THE MANY FACES OF JESUS

I have seen the many faces of Jesus
Ascending into the heaven’s gates
In ornamental robes of innocents
His arms raised like wings of angels
In praise of the golden pathways of ages
An archaic accent in crystal verses of promise
A single man in the shrine veins of visitors
Like the pine-piper his voice musical
“Let the children came to me”

I, have seen the many faces of Jesus
On the foreheads of the matured
Whose dreams are forgotten at daytime
As bright as vagabond ghosts at bed-time
Drifting in crowded areas of placed chaos
Shifting away joys as frozen crystal mass
In the bright light of my might plight flight
The rainbow candles burning in my defence
As the thieves in my kneeling faith, bounce fence

I, have seen the many faces of Jesus
My beloved’s eyes blue and tearful
Focused in my soul like a lost sheep
Stoned in thorns of life masticating in blood of heap
My mind heavy with boulders of sinful regretful deeds
In the footsteps of the man who sold one with a kiss
To be crucified in the shades of a mounted cross
Where the rope dangles, bare feet pointing the gold
“What have you done to the son of man?”

I have seen the many faces of Jesus
In the lioness heart of my astute humane leader
His sounds paving a direction of togetherness
In the land of non-racial transgression evident
The land of Kane and Abel promised in dreams
Where miscegenation ideals are food to the posse
Love interludes written in colourful-rimmed prose
In white and brown hands of the children of paradise
The songs of slavery burnt in forgotten museums
“Free at last , free at last, thank god almighty I am free at last!”

I testify to this
I have seen the many faces of Jesus
In the tornado of my healing eyes
Dressed in all ropes of humanity
In all colours but, darkness
Looking down from the throne of heaven

By Linda Sakazi Thwala