the depraved umbrella

His umbrella may have been depraved

But it weathered his travels

Through the storms and the rain

Through the unforgiving heat of the dry season
It stood and sheltered

Held by steady, caring hands

The umbrella though torn

Remained resilient

 

Bequeathed to him by those who didn’t care for it

It was his faithful companion

 

From south to north and back

It sheltered him like the hand of god over his head
And gave him the solitude to ponder his writings

and his journey in life while he walked

 

The world would look at him in amazement

“Why he doh get ah new one?!?!”
“Is cheap he cheap?!?!”

 

Yet he could not be all the more wealthy

For his heart and soul were ever radiant

Giving to the world more than they knew

 

For he wrote and spoke the hidden truths of our hearts

And in his wanderings he learnt more about humanity
About its despairs, about its hopes and dreams

 

He connects those who wanted to be heard
With those who would listen
And in the joy of connecting people
This became his reward and his own blessing

 

In the depraved umbrella

He realized the divine

And that the imperfect was perfect 
and sublime