Poem by Jenayah Hela Tekali
The Scripture Of Your Art
You weave me into a sculpture
I dive into its ecstasy and its very texture
Love enfolds me into its arms
I revel in its flavor and its warms.
I am a carved statue , you are my water
You breathe the living spirit to my matter
I am full of emotions as you carve me within
You drive me away from the original sin.
I am the love scripture that you create
You’re the sublime artist of a noble state
You turn me into a holy text with your spirit
Sculpt me into a scripture as you are my artist.
Words fail to excite emotions in your presence
Lines take birth when melted into your essence
Poetry itself merges within the sanctum of your heart
It turns me into a silent music played by the scripture of your Art.