How To Pray Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

Are we to pray as your Son and our Fathers did before?
How can we not go astray when our matriarchs are deaf,
And blind and dumb or dead?
How can we be refined when pattern is made of incorporated
style and angled mischief?

When beauty is born of obscurities.
When our changing nature and changing ways
in your ever-changing world, have shaped our being.
When success and sacrifice,
though rare and highly covetted;
are but the brink of danger and destruction.

Shall we be as per origional design
or is innovation, even in praise; needed
to sustain your strength and presence upon us?

You did not make us perfect,
is it then safe to say that you
only want us to try?

Did you make us more than man,
or it your deliberate plan
for us to work towards being so?